The cigarette You said would be your last Well, it just left your hand But you still seem so sad We'll fuck it up Again and again We never made much sense Our left brains abstinent These streets (these streets) were made (were made) for us (for us) For us and no one else For me (for me) to get (to get) from my to your house The wind (the wind) will come (will come) and blow us all around And I (and I) will leave (will leave) but won't make a sound ♪ You opened up And saw yourself in I'm so glad that you did Thank fuck that you did Your friends have gone And come back again And you still seem so sad But you're still talkin' shit These streets (these streets) were made (were made) for us (for us) For us and no one else For me (for me) to get (to get) from my to your house The wind (the wind) will come (will come) and blow us all around And I (and I) will leave (will leave) but won't make a sound