Smoke
Peter Sagar
Wait for me
The smoke is thick, my eyes are getting sore and watery
Can't see if anything's the opposite of how it's supposed to be
Got a twenty I could lose
I could spend it all on you
Weed, cigarettes, you choose
Think of something else to do
Wait a minute
The water's getting deep, up to my neck, I'm drowning in it
Can't see if the sun is up or down, or gone, or anywhere around
Got a twenty I could lose
I could spend it all on you
Weed, cigarettes, you choose
Think of something else to do
With all the time I never use
Never nothing but confused
Street lights waking up on the cue
Here to guide us safely through