One Last Cigarette

The radio, the radio is out of tune

The telephone, the telephone's a fucking liar

Or so, or so I wish

I drink myself, I drink myself, slow and sick

She asked for one last cigarette in a clear and unbated breath

And I can't say that I miss her yet, not for the lack of trying

So keep me in stitches or keep me drunk

My eyes fixed on the setting sun, climbing slowly up my wall

Oceanic swan dive down

A shady side of a broken heart

And I've been drinking in the dark

Glass full of vodka and regret

And pray to saint what's-her-name

She vied for one last cigarette

She died for one last cigarette

In a language shy of breath

Anna's sleeping now

The radio, the radio is out of tune

The telephone, the telephone's a fucking liar

Or so, or so I wish

I drink myself, I drink myself, slow and sick

She asked for one last cigarette in a clear and unbated breath

And I can't say that I miss her yet, not for the lack of trying

So keep me in stitches or keep me drunk

My eyes fixed on the setting sun, climbing slowly up my wall

Oceanic swan dive down

A shady side of a broken heart

And I've been drinking in the dark

Glass full of vodka and regret

And pray to saint what's-her-name

She vied for one last cigarette

She died for one last cigarette

In a language shy of breath

Anna's sleeping now

Slow and sick

She asked for one last cigarette in a clear and unbated breath

And I can't say that I miss her yet, not for the lack of trying

So keep me in stitches or keep me drunk

My eyes fixed on the setting sun climbing slowly up my wall

Oceanic swan dive down

A shady side of a broken heart

And I've been drinking in the dark

Glass full of vodka and regret

And pray to saint what's-her-name

She vied for one last cigarette

She died for one last cigarette

In a language shy of breath

Anna's sleeping now

Anna's sleeping now

Anna's sleeping now

Anna's sleeping now

Anna's sleeping now