Cynicality
and I need my cigarettes, when I write your novelette
it's the same thing every time, pine and pray for your six-nin
and I need one single truth cashin in your kissing boot
it's the same thing anywa
dream and doubt the day away toda
everybody knows it's yo
everybody blows it to
oh yeah oh yeah oh yea
it's comin on stron
hypnotizing me this lon
so long baby, yes i'm gone (verse 2
could you be my wonder drug? could I be the one you dug
it's the same trip anytime, I can't see your sweet sublim
and I need more cigarettes to fill up my confidenc
but it never really helps at all, you're still perfect on my wall