Abinav - Cigarette Renaissance Lyrics

A cart full of cans, a pack of Spirits in his pocket
Scrounging for scrap, he turns those cents into bread
He wonders what his worth is worth
Sitting on the sidewalk, he pulls one out
Smoking his troubles away
Cigarette renaissance, it's got to be
Cigarette renaissance
Glimpses of who he used to be
Usher in his smoky exhale
He paints the sky with shades of longing
All he does is puff away
The only thing that takes him back
Cigarette renaissance it's got to be
Cigarette renaissance, it's surely is
Cigarette renaissance it's got to be
Cigarette renaissance, it's the only way