For the hundredth time today
I lit a cigarette and I watched it burn away
And the ashes of its brothers know the cost
Of being left alone
Too many times I watched it slip right through my hands
While I was begging and pleading for more
Too many times I let it slip right out the back
While I was banging down the front door
Begging for more
For the hundredth time today
I saw that photograph in a paper on the way
To find all of the others and got lost
Trying to get home
Too many times I watched it slip right through my hands
While I was begging and pleading for more
Too many times I let it slip right out the back
While I was banging down the front door
Begging for more
Too many times I watched it slip right through my hands
While I was begging and pleading for more
Too many times I let it slip right out the back
While I was banging down the front door
Too many times I watched it slip right through my hands
While I was begging and pleading for more
Too many times I let it slip right out the back
While I was banging down the front door
Begging for more