Counting Cigarettes

Light the end and take a breath
Feels just like I'm kissing Death
Only half of the pack left
And I can't say that I don't need them all

One for the loss
One for the hurt
One for the love
One for the distance

Baby, don't blame me
Because people already hate me
I know I don't deserve you
But I'll tell you the way I count cigarettes

One for the failure
One for who I've become
Two for the sorrow
Two for the shame
Two for running away

Babe, I'm just counting cigarettes
Oh, how we burn and scatter like the ashes on the end
I can't help my addiction
I'm telling you the way and why I count cigarettes

Two because I can't stop
One because I hurt you
Three because I'm me
One for the life I can't bear to lead

Three for the scars
And four for a broken heart
I spend my breaks counting cigarettes and memories
A record of a long-dead soul

Four for the blood I've spilt
One for every time I stayed

One for my mother
Two for my sister
Three for my brother
Four for my no good father

Five for what was done
Six for the sins he did
Seven for when I left
And one more to shorten my breath

Two in hope that I can fix things
And three for this cold reality

Baby, can't you see?
This is a part of me
The red of the cherry at the end
The way the smoke rolls upwards
I'm not in the right set to stop
Even though it's made your heart drop

I'm just counting cigarettes
I'm just counting cigarettes
I'm just counting cigarettes
Oh, I'm just counting cigarettes...