As the ashes in the bath tub float away
Spiraling down the drain
I tell myself I'm not addicted
Just an active participant
And the tobacco doesn't kill me half as much
As the air freshener I use to cover it up
But I got a carton Saturday morning
And there's three packs left this Monday afternoon
And I'm drinking a toast to the lung cancer
I'll have for a tenant soon

He came back to town on my birthday
But that was just coincidence
And we speak for a couple of minutes
On the prospects for a resistance
I figure if I was gonna die for something
It might as well just be nothing at all
Ovеr some granola piece mix
Organic food purchasing thеir way to freedom
He says he's too drunk to overthrow capitalism and the nation state
And there's me and a million others who just can't help
But relate

Saying I hate you
I hope you can read my notes in the margins
Hope you read between the lines of fuck you
As I reach for my tobacco tin
Spittin chunks of my gum out on the sidewalk
Hasn't this been such a nice talk
I curse the world one second
And demand that it buy me a sandwich in the next
As midnight washes my birthday away
I feel just like I did last May
And if I don't know what it's like to not be rejected
I should celebrate the low points instead
And for once I can agree with me
Walking down to the river
Sit down a couple yards away from a drifter

I don't offer him a cigarette
I back down at the last second
I don't offer him a cigarette
I back down at the last minute