40 Hands

What do you want me to say? It's never going away 'Cause I'm stuck on you Like the smell of cigarettes on your flower dress I want you under my fingernails I want you in my sleep and in my dreams I wake up spooning my pillow Sweaty hands, but please don't tell your friends Now I'm addicted to cigarettes At first, I didn't let myself inhale But smoke got through and so did you And now every burn hole smells like home And I know it's killing me But that still won't stop me 'Cause now we smell the same But you still kill me faster I don't mind that you lie sometimes Because I lie too, guess I'm just like you I don't mind that you lie sometimes Because I lie too, guess I'm just like you I don't mind that you lie sometimes Because I lie too, guess I'm just like you I don't mind that you lie sometimes Because I lie too, guess I'm just like you I don't mind That you lie sometimes Because I lie too Guess I'm just like you