Cigarettes & Loneliness (Chet Faker)

Maybe this could be the kind of one Where I sit on the words Or talking through each style Everything is overheard See everything I take upon loses worth Well now that you're not the one that I thought you were And it hurts that I'm done Now I don't believe in nothing Avoiding night, tell me you know Maybe I could be this lonely guy That'll sing on a song Another tease will come along With everything I don't want And you won't see me Or pass with another one I, I cannot dream this is enough when you're gone Only to stomach a night without eating at all Everyone's coming but now this will all be yours Breathe, this is love without love without love without love without love without love Breathe, this is love without love without love without love without love without love Breathe, this is love without love without love without love without love without love Breathe, this is love without love without love without love without love without love Love, what've you done with my tongue? I open my mouth but you hear me wrong Love, what've you done with my tongue? I open my mouth but you steer me wrong I'm walking through each smile Everything is over turned See everything that dies It takes a small piece to rust Well now the stones been thrown The trust is dust