The Smoke After the Kill

I'm burning the midnight oil

Trying to find some peace of mind again

But I caught a taste far too young

A taste for what I can't describe, caught on my tongue

So tell me how you feel

Like getting caught first time you steal

Like getting tight behind the wheel

But you can only sit so still

When old habits are hard to heal

It's the temptation that you feel

It's just the smoke after the kill

Just the smoke after the kill

And now my days are spent disputing parking tickets

With the law

Doing yoga in the morning, count the hours on the wall

But when Colombian means coffee, then your

Thrills are in your head

Unless you choose to throw the dice again

So tell me how you feel

Like getting caught first time you steal

Like getting tight behind the wheel

But you can only sit so still

When old habits are hard to heel

It's the temptation that you feel

It's just the smoke after the kill

Just the smoke after the kill