Portrait of a Cigarette Smoker at 19

I used to be a stereotype

Half alive with half open eyes

With a one track mind

And a flawed design

Feeling like I was lost

At sea at only the age of 19

Floating around in alcohol and apathy

Taking in too much caffeine and nicotine

If we make it outta here alive

Just say you won't look back to see

Just who we left behind (there might not be a next time)

With all the ups and downs and turn arounds (might not be a next time)

To the breaking up to breaking down (might not be a next time)

Yeah we were the ones to say (there might not be a next time)

I used to be a stereotype

Someone you'd never recognize

With fingers so yellow

That they matched the yellow skies

And there was a few things I memorized

From all those blurry times

Like bottles clinking under blinking signs

And a few last words from long lost friends of mine

If we make it out of here alive

Just say you won't look back to see

Just who we left behind (there might not be a next time)

With all the ups and downs and turn arounds (might not be a next time)

To the breaking up to breaking down (might not be a next time)

Yeah we were the ones to say (there might not be a next time)

And if we make it outta here alive (if we make outta here alive)

Just say you won't look back to see

Just who we left behind

Just who we left behind

After all the fuck ups and fallouts (there might not be a next time)

With all the ups and downs and turn arounds (might not be a next time)

Through all the breaking up to breaking down (there might not be a next time)

Yeah we were the ones to say (there might not be a next time)

There might not be a next time (might not be a next time)

Words to live by

we're all doing just fine