Know that you're tired and feeling alone
Wrapped in a ball with the plug from the phone
Lying in bed with a cigarette

All of the flowers have died in the vase
All that we are will remain in the past
Its unresolved, come to think of it

Stood by the bed
Awake at night
Watching the colors taking flight
They are sailing on a long forgotten wave
This isn't how it used to be
When all your thoughts and forms were free
Now they seem so lost to me, into these mysteries

Oh forget it, wait a minute, oh I know you by the games you play
It gives me something to say to you now you're gone
You had to go and say the worst, the cruel things that I fell in love
But never noticed all the things that you were

Still by the bed
Awake at night
Watching the colours taking flight
I hope you join them on that long forgotten wave
This is the cruelest irony
That as your tens of fans are free
The curse you've left its killing me
To hell your legacy

Into the next life, whatever feels right
Won't mean it is right, it won't mean a thing
Just take it or leave it, oh you believe it
Lean on him this life, it won't mean a thing

[Repeat]


Lyrics submitted by Hippodrome, edited by Ictoano, aherroz

Cigarette song meanings
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