Nicotine Fingers
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I don't wanna die
But I could sleep all day
We're parasites of pride
You're the sun that sets the sky
Weird deep-rooted insecurities
Slap me in my face
Ooo la la la la
Well two can tango
Buried in her waist
I traced
My genes
On the fog that I breathed
With my nicotine fingers
I'm not shackled to these relics of dread
I'm sick
Yeah I'm sick
Of no glee
I peeked at the snapshot of my soul
She's ugly
Maybe the rituals will
Exorcise the next
Locked-in stagnant cycle of
Self-penance
Where thoughts don't have words
And make no sense
And strangers come and go less oft than friends
So I traced
My genes
On the fog that I breathed
With my nicotine fingers
I'm not shackled to these relics of dread