The Connie Dungs - Cigarette Buzz

[@C.J.McKenna]

9 AM on the avenue of shattered bottles One for every night I've spent alone with you I feel like my insides are filled with pins and needles One for every cigarette I shared with you Rub me the wrong way and you'll get a palm of splinters One for every time I've rubbed your tired back I feel like I'm living in a town closed down for winter I smoke a cigarette and cry down by the tracks And I feel so small when I look at it all I fill my lungs up with smoke My blood flows slow When you're not here it's like I've got nails for a mattress One for every night I've cried myself to sleep I've felt the fury of a flaming firecracker You used to act like you were happy as can be The cigarette butts are piled up in the ashtray One for every thought I've had tonight of you My cigarette buzz helps pull me through the rough days My mind displays the days erased with you Where will I go?

[@AnarchyDave]

Thank you.

[@quintinlame7873]

Feel the fury of a flaming firecracker...

[@evilboots5296]

aND I FEEL so SMALL when i looK at it ALL!!!

[@evilboots5296]

RAD.....

[@MrAtom55]

Best song ever written by a guy who...umm...was convicted of sexually assaulting a child under the age of 12, and then charged with "kidnapping an adult, first degree sodomy, first degree rape" 5 years later. The lesson here is never Google things you likewww.dailyindependent.com/news/ashland-man-back-in-court-on-sex-abuse-charges/article_b2250174-5d2e-11e9-86e7-8b1ad363634d.html

[@TheTingamauser]

Quinto

[@SocialGore]

third

[@Probinson0977]

first