One Last Cigarette

The radio, the radio is out of tune
The telephone, the telephone's a fucking liar
Or so, or so I wish
I drink myself, I drink myself, slow and sick

She asked for one last cigarette in a clear and unbated breath
And I can't say that I miss her yet, not for the lack of trying
So keep me in stitches or keep me drunk
My eyes fixed on the setting sun, climbing slowly up my wall

Oceanic swan dive down
A shady side of a broken heart
And I've been drinking in the dark
Glass full of vodka and regret
And pray to saint what's-her-name
She vied for one last cigarette
She died for one last cigarette
In a language shy of breath
Anna's sleeping now

The radio, the radio is out of tune
The telephone, the telephone's a fucking liar
Or so, or so I wish
I drink myself, I drink myself, slow and sick

She asked for one last cigarette in a clear and unbated breath
And I can't say that I miss her yet, not for the lack of trying
So keep me in stitches or keep me drunk
My eyes fixed on the setting sun, climbing slowly up my wall

Oceanic swan dive down
A shady side of a broken heart
And I've been drinking in the dark
Glass full of vodka and regret
And pray to saint what's-her-name
She vied for one last cigarette
She died for one last cigarette
In a language shy of breath
Anna's sleeping now

Slow and sick

She asked for one last cigarette in a clear and unbated breath
And I can't say that I miss her yet, not for the lack of trying
So keep me in stitches or keep me drunk
My eyes fixed on the setting sun climbing slowly up my wall

Oceanic swan dive down
A shady side of a broken heart
And I've been drinking in the dark
Glass full of vodka and regret
And pray to saint what's-her-name
She vied for one last cigarette
She died for one last cigarette
In a language shy of breath
Anna's sleeping now

Anna's sleeping now
Anna's sleeping now
Anna's sleeping now
Anna's sleeping now