Sketching in pen
Ten cigarettes on a Thursday
It's 4AM
The next week
And you think you're beautiful
And the people stare
Air comes in but you stopped singing two whole years ago
I remember who
I wrote it down
I remember you told me
I remember who
I wrote it down
I remember you told me I'd write songs about this
Look at me now dear
Tucked behind a green room
With the company of an exhale
The consolation of a job well done
Another one ready to burn
A job well done
Another one ready to burn
A job well done
Another one ready to burn
A job well done
Sketching in pen
Ten cigarettes on a Thursday
It's 4AM
The next week
