you light up my fire escape each night to catch a breeze, and smoke fills the living room i wont begrudge that little vice not when youve been where you have been and youve seen the things youve seen seen those things
so i'll let the lucky strikes slide but you gotta admit this droppin by and throwin shade aint your best look ive nothin left to offer you just empty hearts and dusty shelves nothin to fix the way things were and the way they'll always be the way they'll always be