Cigarettes

Another day in the same ol' bar
I've drank everything, beer and whiskey this far
Dunno why I'm still here
I think I got some demons now ain't it clear
Someday
I'll beat the cigarettes and you
Ain't it funny how the little things hurt
Like bringing up memories like stones from the dirt
I found a memory and it hurt me so
I launched that stone, oh yeah there it goes
Someday
I'll beat the cigarettes and you
There's a bag of you that still lives here
I ain't thrown it out, thought you'd be near
A stretched old t-shirt and a bottle of Vok
A Victoria secret set I keep in my thoughts
So pick your shit up
And walk on back
To your house of concrete
That boy named Jack
Someday
Someday
She finally left me, I am a free soul
She took everything but my heart through the door
I live out here on sticks and stones
Instead of being sad where corn don't grow
Someday
Someday
Someday, I'll beat the cigarettes and you