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