Sometimes i feel like my lungs are exploding
Breath full of napalm
Burnt stains on my clothing
And i feel like my body is closing
Down on itself
Abandoning loathing
I hear "the way you live,
You'll leave no life for your kids"
Empty cots make empty slots
Premature or even SIDs
I say i'll walk away
Go to bed
And wake up
With a mouth like an ashtray
I don't wanna go
No one's forcing you to
I don't have a choice
Or a voice, it's when it suits you
I guess I'll have just one
Gotta light for this?
No one's judging you
Peer pressure is bliss
The same people say, you'll die this way
Blowing your pay cheque on the suicide train
The tickets are cheap
With unlimited seats
All aboard, for lung disease
Im well aware of the chip on my shoulder
But the heat from this cigarette is making me colder
New year's resolutions, teenage revolution
I don't see myself getting too much older
No Control