Portrait Of A Cigarette Smoker At 19
I used to be a stereotype, half alive with half open eyes
with a one track mind and a flawed design
feeling like I was lost at sea at only the age of 19
floating around in alcohol and apathy
taking in too much caffeine and nicotine
And if we make it outta here alive
just say you won't look back to see
just who we left behind
Chorus:
There might not be a next time
with all the ups and downs and turn arounds
might not be a next time
through the breaking outs and breaking down
might not be a next time
yeah we were the ones who'd say
there might not be a next time
I used to be a stereotype, someone you'd never recognize
with fingers so yellow that they matched the yellow skies
and there were a few things I memorized
from all those blurry times
like bottles clinking under blinking signs
and a few last words from lost friends of mine
And if we make it outta here alive
just say you won't look back to see
just who we left behind
(Chorus)
And if we make it outta here alive
(if we make it outta here alive)
just say you won't look back to see
just who we left behind
just who we left behind
After all the fuckups and fallouts
there might not be a next time
with all the ups and downs and turn arounds
might not be a next time
through all the breaking outs and breaking down
might not be a next time
yeah we were the ones who'd say
there might not be a next time
might not be a next time (x2)
there might not be a next time
Words to live by
we're doing just fine
B is for B-Sides