I saw the look on your face
When you described to me the day
That your own brother sailed away
To leave you docked at the bay
Contemplating your own death
It's just like quitting cigarettes
You do it every Friday night
With your last beer on your breath
You tried to take what's your's
A mountain house with a screened in porch
But you couldn't grasp it from the shore
There's no skippin' rocks anymore
Contemplating your own death
It's just like quitting cigarettes
You do it every Friday night
With your last beer on your breath
It's just like quitting cigarettes
It's just like quitting cigarettes
You turn your back and you forget
That you never quite accepted it
Flower Shopping - Quitting Cigarettes Lyrics
Flower Shopping - Quitting Cigarettes Lyrics
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I saw the look on your face
When you described to me the day
That your own brother sailed away
To leave you docked at the bay
Contemplating your own death
It's just like quitting cigarettes
You do it every Friday night
With your last beer on your breath
You tried to take what's your's
A mountain house with a screened in porch
But you couldn't grasp it from the shore
There's no skippin' rocks anymore
Contemplating your own death
It's just like quitting cigarettes
You do it every Friday night
With your last beer on your breath
It's just like quitting cigarettes
It's just like quitting cigarettes
You turn your back and you forget
That you never quite accepted it
When you described to me the day
That your own brother sailed away
To leave you docked at the bay
Contemplating your own death
It's just like quitting cigarettes
You do it every Friday night
With your last beer on your breath
You tried to take what's your's
A mountain house with a screened in porch
But you couldn't grasp it from the shore
There's no skippin' rocks anymore
Contemplating your own death
It's just like quitting cigarettes
You do it every Friday night
With your last beer on your breath
It's just like quitting cigarettes
It's just like quitting cigarettes
You turn your back and you forget
That you never quite accepted it
Writer: Ross Swinson
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