Life is like a cigarette
When your lit and fresh and new
You feel like a future ahead
Is cool and comfortable... no blues
But during the middle you take a look at yourself and think that this will end
But you ignore the future and just putt off what you could have mend
Sometimes it burns your lips and sometimes you regret
All the things you could have done if life weren't like a cigarette
Were lit into this thing called life and you feel like you've got a say,
But at the end were smothered with regret and snuffed into an ashtray
And another one is rolled.
Still smoke in a stillroom we are, until we fade
Smiling at a fantasy of memories we could have made
Thinking of the moments that just slipped away
Thinking of the battles lost and could it have gone another way
I am like a cigarette that's burnt out halfway
We get flicked to the curb and stepped on and left astray
Lonely and cold I peaked young and bright
Something of a fashion choice you could say
And another one is rolled
I am not just another one; I am different to the rest
I'm strong, expensive and leave you wish a shortness of breath
Were all different in a uniform world
And that's the best bit
Because I am new and cool and bright because I am just lit
Oh, wait I am almost half done
Ah well I got loads of time until my supports on a walking stick
I always wanted to write a masterpiece but that stuff takes years
I only have a couple left and it brings me to tears
To say I missed out on life I cry but no one hears
Because I'm an old man in a old man house with nothing but my mind
To think of moments I had chasing after blind time
And now I will never be compl-
And another one is rolled.
