You remind me, of cigarettes,
The way I hold you, in my chest,
The way you kiss me, with your filter breath,
I keep thinking, I'm getting over this.
But I won't I think I will never do it. I will just sit down in these old chair
As I kill myself slowly while I light my fifth cigarette and drink my third beer.
There's a book just laying in that old chair and it's full of dust,
the pages are crooked and yellow. I move the book and I hear all the pages move.
I compared myself to that book, I don't know if it's a good book, I don't even know who wrote
it. But i'm sure someone has read it and enjoyed it, and the book is just waiting for me to read it, but I won't.
I will never read that old, dirty book. The book is just like me.
So, bum me a cigarette; buy me a beer till i'm happy to be here.
I need a woman To hold my hand To make me feel More like a man
I need a woman
It's sad but true.
Maybe I will feel less alone, but I hate all the women i've been with.
I feel like every day i'm falling apart, I feel lost in this world and this mystery we call life, but I don't do something about it I just stay in this chair Lighting another cigarette.
And maybe that's everything I'll do because I want to do everything.
I want to meet new people, I want to laugh at the odds and maybe cry about them. I want to see my children running around in a field of rye, I want to have my woman in my arms and I want her to kiss me on the cheek. But that will never happen because i'm just sitting in this old chair waiting... waiting for something.
