Cigarette Days

Cigarette Days


Pace by the phone

I’d stand alone just to sit next to you

Naive enough

Succumb to lust and crawl back into

Knife to the bone

Life turned to stone and


Those were the cigarette days

Dancing the nicotine craze

Blue eyes dilated and glazed

Sophomoric wannabe sage


Cut grass and gas

Too cute by half but it’s all absolute

Blood harmony

We fell the tree just to taste the fruit

My checkered past

Does nothing last but


Those were the cigarette days

Dancing the nicotine craze

Blue eyes dilated and glazed

Sophomoric wannabe sage


Those were the cigarette days

Obscene and violent praise

Blinding ambiguous haze

Dry air and visible grays


Those were the cigarette days

Dancing the nicotine craze

Blue eyes dilated and glazed

Sophomoric wannabe sage


Those were the cigarette days

Obscene and violent praise

Blinding ambiguous haze

Dry air and visible grays


Those were the cigarette days

Those were the cigarette days

Those were the cigarette days

Those were the cigarette days