Neverending Cigarette
it was a murky winter / memories blotched in black snow
fragments and splinters / the shadows crawl and the fleeting glow
when dark wakes we slip to the street to buy our liquid life
with frost barking under feet we go howling to the night
lives ripe with reprise under churning charcoal skies
we get high every night with help from our friends
wake up cursing ourselves, but we'll do it again
storming through the parties / we blow in through the bricks
half blind in youth's excuse / smashed on post-teenage kicks
if it's bad and if it's dirty we want it all the more
finding identity and purpose as we slither across the floor
lives ripe with reprise under churning charcoal skies
we get high every night with help from our friends
wake up cursing ourselves, but we'll do it again