My Last Cigarette

The room in the morning

Watching the rain turn to snow

But outside my window

Sometimes the rain falls harder than you’ll ever know

Sometimes the things that you love in the night

The morning will choose to forget

I have a habit I have been trying to lose

Everyone thinks that they know what they want

Sometimes your drug chooses you

There are some things that I’ve promised myself

Things I haven’t done yet

It’s my last cigarette

This is my last cigarette

Sometimes the people you love in the night

The morning will choose to forget

This is my last cigarette

My last cigarette

This is my last cigarette

My last cigarette