I feel lost inside my home
I'm on five percent on my phone
I just gotta leave the city
Keep a bag and it's empty
What's wrong with me now?
It's hard to breathe now
Pills on my bed
Two hundred cigarettes
Two hundred cigarettes
I just started feeling like I'm lighter when I'm lonely
I can't hold the heavy shit for people, they don't know me
I can't make a heaven for the hell inside my family
I can't imagine me giving a f*ck about a Plan B
I'm fourteen with a Newport sitting on my roof and laughing
I wonder if I slip will there be anyone to catch me
I feel lost inside my head
I have burn holes in my hands
Smog covering the city
The full moon looks empty to me
It's falling down on my house
Jean Dawson - 200 Cigarettes Lyrics
Jean Dawson - 200 Cigarettes Lyrics
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I feel lost inside my home
I'm on five percent on my phone
I just gotta leave the city
Keep a bag and it's empty
What's wrong with me now?
It's hard to breathe now
Pills on my bed
Two hundred cigarettes
Two hundred cigarettes
I just started feeling like I'm lighter when I'm lonely
I can't hold the heavy shit for people, they don't know me
I can't make a heaven for the hell inside my family
I can't imagine me giving a f*ck about a Plan B
I'm fourteen with a Newport sitting on my roof and laughing
I wonder if I slip will there be anyone to catch me
I feel lost inside my head
I have burn holes in my hands
Smog covering the city
The full moon looks empty to me
It's falling down on my house
I'm on five percent on my phone
I just gotta leave the city
Keep a bag and it's empty
What's wrong with me now?
It's hard to breathe now
Pills on my bed
Two hundred cigarettes
Two hundred cigarettes
I just started feeling like I'm lighter when I'm lonely
I can't hold the heavy shit for people, they don't know me
I can't make a heaven for the hell inside my family
I can't imagine me giving a f*ck about a Plan B
I'm fourteen with a Newport sitting on my roof and laughing
I wonder if I slip will there be anyone to catch me
I feel lost inside my head
I have burn holes in my hands
Smog covering the city
The full moon looks empty to me
It's falling down on my house
Writer: David Dwan Sanders
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Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC