Stabbing Tree

just one last cigarette to temporarily erase you

just one last cigarette to temporarily erase you

to calm the butterflies and bring ease to uneasy minds

just one last cigarette to temporarily erase you

just one last open-heart conversation

it's just me and the television to talk

so let's talk about the things i said

and let's talk about this rope tied around my neck

just one last thought wasted on me

it's just me versus the nicotine

begging for dark with palms full of sweat

and i'm begging for an exit

so bring another lit match to my cigarette cause

i only scream when the lights go out

and i'm terrified trying to figure myself out

so now i'm thinking about that

one last round in my revolver begging to be shot

one more broken mirror hung in my house

i've said bloody mary three times to count

so now i'm thinking about that

one last round in my revolver begging to come out

the thought soaked sheets at the edge of the bed dry out

the thoughts show me as they're written in red, i doubt...

i doubted this old home's purity

i doubted the stares you still gave me

the thought soaked sheets at the edge of the bed dry out

so bring another lit match to my cigarette cause

i only scream when the lights go out

and i'm terrified trying to figure myself out

so now i'm thinking about that

one last round in my revolver begging to be shot

one more broken mirror hung in my house

i've said bloody mary three times to count

so now i'm thinking about that

one last round in my revolver begging to come out