40 hands - Mom Jeans.

What do you want me to say?

It’s never going away

'Cause I’m stuck on you like the smell

Of cigarettes on your flower dress

I want you under my fingernails

I want you in my sleep and in my dreams

I wake up spooning my pillow

Sweaty hands but please don’t tell your friends

Now I’m addicted to cigarettes

At first I didn’t let myself inhale

But smoke got through and so did you

And now every burn hole smells like home

And I know it’s killing me

But that still won’t stop me

'Cause now we smell the same

But you still kill me faster

I don’t mind that you lie sometimes

Because I lie too, guess I’m just like you

I don’t mind that you lie sometimes

Because I lie too, guess I’m just like you

I don’t mind that you lie sometimes

Because I lie too, guess I’m just like you

I don’t mind that you lie sometimes

Because I lie too, guess I’m just like you

I don’t mind

That you lie sometimes

Because I lie too

Guess I’m just like you