Your Cigarette Lyrics

Your preacher's grip restricts your breathing some,

There wasn't time to take a pause,

For finding faults within your monuments,

That shows effects but not the cause.

A sea of all that's unremarkable,

On being last or not at all,

We notice all the things that might have been,

In empires that will rise and fall.

It's not a sin for you to fake the joy,

A whole new world that we can now destroy,

The plumes of smoke caress your cigarette,

A memory that we can now forget.

And dreams don't last in fact they rarely do,

Attentions lost amongst the crowd,

And songs will find death if they are never sung,

So find your heart and sing it out,

The things we left unwritten,

And see all the fucks we've given,

And all the fucks we've left to give.

It's not a sin for you to fake the joy,

A whole new world that we can now destroy,

The plumes of smoke caress your cigarette,

A memory that we can now forget.

I can live with being unforgiven,

Can't live with all the things I didn't complete, make, say, think, question or do.

It's not a sin for you to fake the joy,

A whole new world that we can now destroy,

The plumes of smoke caress your cigarette,

A memory that we can now forget.

I understand why I have been dismissed,

Just took a while for me to live with it.