Cigarettes - Noah Gundersen

You remind me, of cigarettes,

The way I hold you, in my chest,

The way you kiss me, with your filter breath,

I keep thinking, I’m getting over this.

Once you had me, you don’t have me anymore,

I don’t crave you in the morning, or at the company store,

I don’t use you to escape, in my fingers out the door,

Once you had me, you don’t have me anymore.

But honey, you’re smooth

Honey, you’re smooth

Honey, you’re smooth

Honey, you’re smooth

You don’t make me, cool,

And I can carry, I’m fine without you

You’re a spirit, and you can’t be beat,

But when I’m jonesin', honey, I’d buy cheap.

But the truth is that you do

Not the way you used to

But there’s something after you

'Cause honey, you’re smooth

Honey, you’re smooth

Oh, honey, you’re smooth

Honey, you’re smooth