Fingers and Clothes

Said it sticks to your fingers and your clothes

And you think we don't know, but we all know

'Cause it sticks to your fingers and your clothes

I was half-drunk, walking you to bed

I was older than you, but I was younger then

I was never gonna listen how you wanted it

But I wanted to so bad

I was learning what addiction is

We didn't know what we were doing then, oh

But I was hanging on your fingers and your clothes

Said it sticks to your fingers and your clothes

And you think we don't know, but we all know

'Cause it sticks to your fingers and your clothes

They said, "Tell me where your mind goes"

Four years and you're still not over it

For something that was shorter than a cigarette

But it sticks to your fingers and your clothes

And I need you more and more

As I feel you less and less

And you're slipping through my hands

Please, there's nothing after you

There's nothing after this

Said it sticks to your fingers and your—

And you think we don't know, but we all know

'Cause it sticks to your fingers and your clothes

Tell me where your mind goes

Four years and you're still not over it

Being sixteen and stealing Mom's cigarettes

But I feel it every time I smoke