Stabbing Tree

just one last cigarette to temporarily erase you just one last cigarette to temporarily erase you to calm the butterflies and bring ease to uneasy minds just one last cigarette to temporarily erase you just one last open-heart conversation it's just me and the television to talk so let's talk about the things i said and let's talk about this rope tied around my neck just one last thought wasted on me it's just me versus the nicotine begging for dark with palms full of sweat and i'm begging for an exit so bring another lit match to my cigarette cause i only scream when the lights go out and i'm terrified trying to figure myself out so now i'm thinking about that one last round in my revolver begging to be shot one more broken mirror hung in my house i've said bloody mary three times to count so now i'm thinking about that one last round in my revolver begging to come out the thought soaked sheets at the edge of the bed dry out the thoughts show me as they're written in red, i doubt... i doubted this old home's purity i doubted the stares you still gave me the thought soaked sheets at the edge of the bed dry out so bring another lit match to my cigarette cause i only scream when the lights go out and i'm terrified trying to figure myself out so now i'm thinking about that one last round in my revolver begging to be shot one more broken mirror hung in my house i've said bloody mary three times to count so now i'm thinking about that one last round in my revolver begging to come out