Smoke
Over and out of it for one more plane ride out
Not sure, and never was if this will all head south, or what
Wait her a month or two will pass, I'm sure I won't
Faith dear, enough to get you by until we're home
I wish I don't wish I still smoked
I wish I wrote you one original note
Take me home, tuck me in,
Moon go down, do it again
Writer/s: Alkaline Trio
