cigarettes and romance

i smell like cigarettes and we have the same labret

i’ll spray paris hilton all over me

you said im 18 and you shouldn’t give me one

but i’m just that persuasive

i’ll stand in front of you and make you laugh

and i’ll make you think im perfect and everything in this world

it’s like you’re 18 all over again

i’ll touch your arms and trace over your tattoos

and you’ll wonder if a decade between us is enough

enough to close the gap 

you asked me where i came from

i said hell

but really i think you think im an angel

i’m all you’ll be thinking about everytime you smoke a cigarette and droopy gives you a rock