I hate the taste of a menthol cigarette
But i'll still smoke it anyway
Just like i hate your tongue
But i'll suck it anyway
Even if your not the first choice
You're certainly not the last
And if you were to ask me
Thats certainly not so bad
I wish that i just had my pack of green American Spirits like old times
I know that makes me sound like a bitch
But really is that a crime?
When you're living in a world of fear
Of angst and doubt
Just another voice you hear
Another to cast you out
I want to go in the woods
Smoke some grass and some kush
And have a good time again
Well now and then at night i'm thinking
All i think is of bad things
And then i'm crying, write these song again
I smoke another one
I say i'm done
I quit until i'm sick
I wait a week
Then i grow weak
And i'm bound to give in
So now i'm back again
And i'm gone, gone for good
They've taken me for the final time
And i did all i could