The punchline isn't funny
Just venom off my lips
Her salty tears have dried upon
The cheek down which they drip
It's too late to say I'm sorry
Apologies I couldn't mean
A name, a brand, a product
You're worse than nicotine
Because we are not the good guys
Draining passion from this life
And in the pounding morning
Raise our glasses, cause some strife
She's watching from the bleachers
Downcast face is pale and lean
As we dance to bitter lullabies
You're worse than nicotine
And when the sun had fallen
Like the spirits of the bleak
The weight of actions hit me
Wounded beauty I made weak
And if I said I'm sorry
It'd be white noise on a screen
I apologize for infatuation
You're worse than nicotine
