Cigarettes // Russian Red
now tell me what it is,
it isn’t fair cos
I’m wasting time
cos it isn’t my heart
it isn’t my fault
and every situation understands, well
the anecdote
of chasing the location to your door
cos I’m wasting time
now I’m wasting money again
and all the cigarettes
that I have never smoked
and all the letters
that I have never sent