I can't get you out my brain

And there's nothing left to chase

Is it supposed to feel this bad

Without you here? 'Cause it does

So I'll smoke you away

I'm sober if they ask

But, darling, don't feel bad

All I wanna do, oh-oh

Is chain-smoke in my room with you

The ashtray's filled, the vodka spilled

And we don't talk unless someone's ill

But, baby, all I wanna do is die a bit with you

Is die a bit with you

I got a little bud, and you know me

I had to find someone else who's gonna roll my weed

And, yeah, she mine, but she'll never be the one I need

No, I can't stop, it makes me nauseous

I know it's mad lake, and your gas tank is probably running low

Maybe I'll meet you halfway

I'm in a bad place, sick in a bad way

And I don't give a fuck if the comedown's bad, babe

'Cause you know

All I wanna do, oh-oh

Is chain-smoke in my room with you

The ashtray's filled, the vodka spilled

And we don't talk unless someone's ill

But, baby, all I wanna do is die a bit with you

Is die a bit with you

Is die a bit with you

(Da-da, da-da, da-da)

All I wanna do, oh-oh

Is chain-smoke in my room with you