Nicotine - gunson

Cardboard boxes, nicotine and rain are the things you gave to me

And blazin' eyes are just my hurricanes

Smokin' guns and spinnin' wheels they scream with a silver light that bleeds

Buildin' bones I break 'em in a dream

And I want to breathe all the smoke that’s floating through your eyes tonight

Black cats crossin' yellow lines they pass and a force from inside me

Trippin' how my life could end so fast

Switch it out then slowly turn the key and make up your next move

Blinkin' in the light can’t look at me

My fingers bleed as I grab for the edge — I can see it up ahead

Hopeless dreams are washed away with the smoke that’s in my head

Ridin' on a wave of consequece and it slowly melts away

Nowadays my life is out of sense

Burnin' life right down to a blackened soul and the wick is dead with wax

Into a place where age can’t help me now