Portrait Of A Cigarette Smoker At 19

(альбом: B Is For B-Sides - 2004)

I used to be a stereotype, half alive with half open eyes
With a one track mind and a flawed design
Feeling like I was lost at sea at only the age of 19
Floating around in alcohol and apathy
Taking in too much caffeine and nicotine

If we make it out of here alive
Just say you won't look back to see
Just who we left behind

There might not be a next time
With all the ups and downs and turnarounds
Might not be a next time
To the breaking up to breaking down
Might not be a next time
Yeah we were the ones who'd say
There might not be a next time

I used to be a stereotype, someone you'd never recognize
With fingers so yellow that they matched the yellow skies
And there were a few things I memorized from all those blurry times
Like bottles clinking under blinking signs
And a few last words from long lost friends of mine

And if we make it out of here alive
Just say you won't look back to see
Just who we left behind (there might not be a next time)

There might not be a next time
With all the ups and downs and turnarounds
Might not be a next time
To the breaking up to breaking down
Might not be a next time
Yeah we were the ones who'd say
There might not be a next time

And if we make it out of here alive
Just say you won't look back to see
Just who we left behind
Just who we left behind

After all the fuck ups and fallouts
There might not be a next time
With all the ups and downs and turnarounds
Might not be a next time
Through all the breaking up to breaking down
There might not be a next time
Yeah we were the ones who'd say
There might not be a next time
Might not be a next time
There might not be a next time

Words to live by
We're all doing just fine