The room in the morning Watching the rain turn to snow But outside my window Sometimes the rain falls harder than you'll ever know
Sometimes the things that you love in the night The morning will choose to forget I have a habit I have been trying to lose Everyone thinks they know what they want
Sometimes your drug chooses you There are some things that I've promised myself Things I haven't done yet It's my last cigarette, this is my last cigarette
Sometimes the people you love in the night The morning will choose to forget This is my last cigarette, my last cigarette This is my last cigarette, my last cigarette