Smoke Breaks

I never take smoke breaks
I could but I don't, I could but I don't 'cause I know
There's a smoker inside of me somewhere
And I don't wanna let him out

So I catch myself glancing
From the backseat
On the trip home to Plymouth from Lansing
At the pack you keep in the cupholder

Bought some Marlboro Reds for my 18th birthday
And I smoked a couple, only a couple, and gave the rest away
'Cause I don't wanna think that it's already too late
So I never take smoke breaks

I know that they'll get me, yeah, one day
You'll pull into this parking lot to the sight of me puffing away
Into the second half of the second pack that day
And I know what you'll say

"Hey, Marco, since when were you a smoker?"
Since the day I gave up and decided to fuck myself over

And it's more a question of when than a question of if
Since that night you hopped out of my car
Left behind your American Spirits
And I keep a lighter in my pocket at all times 'cause
Never know when you'll need one
Never know when you'll need one

Hey, Marco, since when were you a smoker?
Since the day I gave up and decided to fuck myself over
Fuck myself over