The Cigarette Song

C
I am a cigarette
In the front pocket
G
Of your leather jacket
And my life feels stagnant
Am                          F
No matter how far you carry me
C
I murdered my parents
And all of my friends
G
It becomes quite apparent
That my life will end
Am
With my head bashed in and bleeding
                     F
Crushed beneath your boot heel
C
We stand on the levee
and my heart feels heavy
G
Fuck, this isn’t healthy
Your hand is so heavy
Am                             F
I wish we would both fit on my bike
C
But there’s just room for one
I ride off to the sunset
G
Gun on my hip
And my brain is a train set
Am
Nothing is real
                   F
But it runs nonetheless

C
I am a cigarette
In the front pocket
G
Of your leather jacket
And my life feels stagnant
Am                                   F
No matter how fast we drive down the Seventeen