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...
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...