Smokers

She's a singer, I'm a smoker

Dragging up all my extra store

She was singing, I was smoking

Saving butts, all I can afford



I'm just smoking up what I got heavy into

Dragged it up, coughed it up

Sat up wondering where you gone to

All for your return I drank what wouldn't burn

And called your name but you never came



I'm just sitting up, it's late

It's getting rough

It's two o'clock. Black and white.

Ceiling's got no good advice

All for your return I drank what wouldn't burn

And called your name but you never came