Never mind the hurry
Run fast, nothing hurts me
Face down
On my way out
But I don't, I don't worry

'Cause I've got it
A pack of smokes and the cure
And I will find more
More, more, more yeah

All the stars are blurry
Hair tied, shoes strung dirty
Wasted
This is death or a kiss
But I don't, I don't worry

'Cause I've got it
A pack of smokes and the cure
And I will buy more
More, more, more yeah

Never mind the hurry
Run fast, nothing hurts me
Taste it
Like it's almost on my lips
But I don't, I don't worry

'Cause I've got it
A pack of smokes and the cure
And I will find more
More, more, more