Nicotine

You spend your nights crying and i drink tea

You said I've changed a lot since you first met me

In that parking lot when you first kissed me

Its all the same

Your kiss on my neck should be a felony

And my head don’t feel right like i’m seventeen

Hold my hoodie so tight

Smell the nicotine from your lungs

The books that these monks try to sell me

And these virtues my mum never taught me

I like the way that you talk when you say my name

And the ink on my hand reminds me

Of the shit that i said so blindly

I hate the way that i say you left me so blue

I never will lie to you

I never will