Cigarettes for Lunch, Cigarettes for Dinner

The prospects of taking it back are grave

I emptied myself but I wasn't saved

I wanted you, you never wanted me

You were too busy living radical chic

Cigarettes for lunch

Cigarettes for dinner

Cigarettes for lunch

Cigarettes for dinner

Your heart fills up, then it filters out

Your brain gets weak and it shuts down

Your eyes are closed, you're blind, you see

Your hands turn pale, it's not you it's me

Cigarettes for lunch

Cigarettes for dinner

Cigarettes for lunch

Cigarettes for dinner