Your face is pale as ash from a menthol roll
You wouldn't believe all the jokes that they asked me tell
Lying alone you are better off than being here
Around your dead body, still warm but they're combing your hair
And we light it up, and we drag it out
Yeah we light it up
As if we're better off living and breathing in smoke every day
Every day dying and looking for something less stupid to say
And that might be the only redeeming thing
The older we get the more silently we learn to scream
I didn't know you as well as the other guys did
But behind these glasses my eyes are so heavy and wet
Should I feel guilty for walking away with a limp
I only wanted the biggest, the fastest, the best for us
So we light it up, and we drag it out
Yeah we light it up
As if we're better off living and breathing in smoke every day
Every day dying and looking for something less stupid to say
And that might be the only redeeming thing
Standing around while the seagulls peck and shriek
And that might be the only redeeming thing
Isn't the promise of death a welcoming thing
A welcoming thing
A welcoming thing
Like we're better off living and breathing in smoke every day
Every day dying and looking for something less stupid to say
And that might be the only redeeming thing
Standing around while the seagulls peck and shriek
And that might be the only redeeming thing
Isn't the promise of death a welcoming thing
A welcoming thing
A welcoming thing