The Hot Coffees - Cigarrete Machine

Wind will feed my cinders to ashes
Broke myself from all of my leashes
And me and my girl will come back down
Using some sweet sweet brown

So come on, get a little closer
Use my head as yo u would use a coaster
And say your words through my mouth
Or save yourself for someone tall

Why won’t you leave me alone?
Don’t pretend you’ll miss me when I’m gone
Why don’t you go away
Leave me like you would a cat stray

Like I’m a teenage runaway
From your word and from your time
From my own demise
From my own demise

Cigarette machine give me what I'm missing
In need of some, that sweet nicotine
Cigarette machine give me what I am missing