I am a cigarette in the front pocket of
Your leather jacket and my life is stagnant
No matter how far you carry me

I murdered my parents and all of my friends
It becomes quite apparent that my life will end
With my head bashed in and bleeding
Crushed beneath your boot heel

We stand on the levee and my heart feels heavy
Fuck, this isn’t healthy, your hand is so heavy
I wish we would both fit on my bike

But there’s just room for one
I ride off to the sunset, gun on my hip and
My brain is a train set: nothing is real
But it runs nonetheless

I am a cigarette in the front pocket of
Your leather jacket and my life is stagnant
No matter how fast we drive down the 17