Cigarettes
Noah Gundersen
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
Once you had me, you don't have me anymore
I don't crave you in the morning, or at the company store
I don't use you to escape, in my fingers out the door
Once you had me, you don't have me anymore
But honey, you're smooth
Honey, you're smooth
Honey, you're smooth
Honey, you're smooth
You don't make me, cool
And I can carry, I'm fine without you
You're a spirit, and you can't be beat
But when I'm jonesin', honey, I'd buy cheap
But the truth is that you do
Not the way you used to
But there's something after you
'Cause honey, you're smooth
Honey, you're smooth
Oh, honey, you're smooth
Honey, you're smooth