Why oh why?
It's drying out my bank account
But when I get that
I feel it here man
It makes me feel
So trapped
So loved
So bad
So fucking good
Too bad i would if I could
But there's something about it
That keeps me coming back
So I keep running back
For some of that
Gotta say I really like your taste
I can't quite quit and I can't quite stay
What drags me back?
And why can't I get away?
From these cigarettes
Why oh why?
It's drying out my self esteem
My friends they ask
What do you see in her?
I would spew it if I knew
A crutch is a must
And my crutch brings husk
With a heart full of tar
And a mind full of lust
It breaks me down
And makes me feel so
But a sweet sucka puff
For me is a must
Yet I wheeze in my sleep
Guess it's just tough love
What drags me back?
And why can't I get away?
From these cigarettes
