Half Smoked Cigarettes
Kyle Jenkins
3:02Him and those four walls The never-ending halls Home built on anger is sure to fall A young, broken man One too many give a damns Trying to fit in With the wrong crowd again Empty bottles on the table Picture strewn across the floor His mind been a racing And he can take much more He's drowning out the words that live in his head All the "I love yous" Should have never been said They're leaving him scattered Getting way too high wound He's losing himself Just trying to be found He's breaking his back To make a dollar last It's the harder side of life When the habits fight back Pills all on the table Team shots and cocaine Missed the nights he was able To still remember her name Now he breaks down his body As it drives him insane To look back and remember All the nights left in vain He lost the one thing That he truly loved Asking God How can he fuck up so much It's an empty old house On a vacant lot With a note on the table And a man on the knot