Rolled out of bed, got no plans today
Pain in the head, ground my teeth away
Drink my coffee first, now I'm fairly caffeinated
Thinking of the worst, my thoughts R-rated
My meat-vessel
Is not a temple
My heart's a nightclub,
Full of cigarette butts
I quit smoking months ago, no nicotine
But the craving lives on, so addicting
I think that tailors are worse than rollies
Both are gross, neither are great or healthy
I'll still feel sad but the smoke makes it fun
I want the feeling of it in my lungs
I'll still feel bad and the smokes make it true
I want the feeling of one or a few
My meat-vessel
Is not a temple
My heart's a nightclub,
Full of cigarette butts