Sick Of Sarah - Cigarettes lyrics

rate me

Taste this breath

It vaguely reeks of cigarettes

And in my place

A memory you won't forget

Drink this wine

My favorite flavor cyanide

And truth be told

My heart is warm, my fingers cold

And the hardest part is waking up

Followed by pride and confident

You pinch me now

‘cause I don't know if I'm real and

I might run home and kill all my friends

You know I held it from the start

I thought that we could make it better

Now help me heal this broken heart

Help me, heal me

It's crystal clear

My reflection through chandeliers

And this I sense

I lack much more than innocence

And the hardest part is waking up

Swallowed by pride now cough it up

You pinch me now

‘cause I don't know if I'm real and

I might run home and kill all my friends

You know I held it from the start

I thought that we can make it better

Now help me heal this broken heart

Help me, heal me

Lala-lala-lala-lalala (repeat)

Taste this breath

It vaguely reeks of cigarettes

And in my place

A memory you won't forget

And the hardest part is waking up

Fallen of pride, now cough it up

You pinch me now

‘cause I don't know if I'm real and

I might run home and kill all my friends

You know I held it from the start

I thought that we can make it better

Now help me heal this broken heart

Help me, heal me

Lala-lala-lala-lalala

You know I held it from the start

Lala-lala-lala-lalala

I thought that we can make it better

Lala-lala-lala-lalala

Now help me heal this broken heart

Help me, heal me