[ Featuring the Long Legs ]
I never take smoke breaks
I could but I don't
I could but I don't 'cause I know
There's a smoker inside of me somewhere
And I don't wanna let him out
So I catch myself glancing
From the backseat
On the trip home to Plymouth from Lansing
At the pack you keep in the cup holder
Bought some Marlboro Reds for my eighteenth birthday
And I smoked a couple, only a couple
And gave the rest away
'Cause I don't wanna think that it's already too late
So I never take smoke breaks
I know that they'll get me
Yeah one day
You'll pull into this parking lot to the sight of me puffing away
Into the second half of the second pack that day
And I know what you'll say
"Hey Marco, since when were you a smoker?"
Since the day I gave up and decided to f*ck myself over
And it's more a question of when than a question of if
Since that night you hopped out of my car
Left behind your American Spirits
And I keep a lighter in my pocket at all times 'cause
Never know when you'll need one
Never know when you'll need one
"Hey Marco, since when were you a smoker?"
Since the day I gave up and decided to f*ck myself over
F*ck myself over
