
Cig Break
I'm already dead
The smoke touches your lungs
You're crying on my shoulder
But I'm socially inept
My calculation's wrong
My gut feeling is right
Your eyes are very blue
I wish that mine were too
Writer/s: CryFace
I'm already dead
The smoke touches your lungs
You're crying on my shoulder
But I'm socially inept
My calculation's wrong
My gut feeling is right
Your eyes are very blue
I wish that mine were too
Writer/s: CryFace
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