Nicotine Lips - The Flatliners

Hey, quit trying to fan the flames

Let the embers settle in

Cause nothing gold can stay

But you can always spray paint it again

Forever hide the shame of your stifled creativity

Smoke your life down to the filter

Til you’re coming close to blowing smoke

So recognize your ghost is running out of rope

Say it now or hold your peace

Feel it bounce around your brain

What makes the suffering sweet

Is the insurmountable pain

Dried up and obsolete

Your ugly pride can’t exactly abstain

Smoke your life down to the filter

'til you’re coming close to blowing smoke

So recognize your ghost is running out of rope

Now drop the anchor through

The floorboards of your boat

And let the crashing waves

Fill your lungs 'til you choke, you choke, you choke

Coming close to blowing smoke

So recognize your ghost is running out of rope

Now drop the anchor through

The floorboards of your boat

And let the crashing waves

Fill your lungs 'til you choke, you choke, you choke