Cigarette seems like a good idea, Though I never had a drag, The world is at your fingertips, And still you point and laugh, Battered, broke, and caved-in, Suppose I should head home, Still you look at me like I'm not, The only one alone, If I leave bet that my mind, Has not traveled far, I'm left weak and sick with disease, When we are apart, Gunshot wounds to the heart tend, To rain less than they pour, Trustingly I'll wait for you, Inside a house with unhinged doors, It's too easy to sing a song, And mess up all the words, Illusions are preferred to truth, But whatever-if it works, She should take him by the hand, And lead him the wrong ways, Right before he learns that he would, Have left before he stayed.