Cigarettes & Cash

Half a bottle in
Starting to forget
How your image looks
In the garden where we sin
Hoping you walk in
In a minute
And the voices in my head
Are coming from the bench
In your living room
Guess you wanted this to end
Fought until I bled
Had to stitch it up

You're on my mind more than I
Want you to
Just pick a side
I won't mind
What you choose

Oooo
Am I in hell
You're taking all my minutes
I need a little to myself
Am I wrong
To want more than i have
Hope I remember
Nights in December
(Nights in December)
(Nights in Decembеr)

She was the apple to my еye
The cherry to my pie
Had the sweetest touch
How'd the hell you get me high
With just a single look
Give me your pain
Hand me your past
Don't want your cigarettes or cash
Hope you remember
Nights in December

Oooo
Am I in hell
You're taking all my minutes
I need a little to myself
Oh am I wrong
To want more than i have
Hope you remember
Nights in December