Diary Of A Smoker

The sun will shine in time, I'll be paying my fees,
A long sad letter holds still while you're looking at me
Now turn around you'll see we're doing just fine,
As it goes, and it flows and it rushes down your spine,

High in the sky,
Where the tears are getting dry,
Where am I,
High and off my mind,
While the world just seems to fade,
I'll be coughing out my lines,

From one to ten, the magic word is rehab,
If you want it so much than you can get yourself a cab,
I'd rather stay here, keep building all my walls,
Out of packs of cigarettes and gallons of alcohol,

Guess I wish you luck,
Guess I wish you luck,

High in the sky,
Out of all the guilt and sadness,
Where am I,
High and off my mind,
While the world just seems to fade,
I'll be singing one more time.