She's a singer, I'm a smoker
Dragging up all my extra store
She was singing, I was smoking
Saving butts, all I can afford

I'm just smoking up what I got heavy into
Dragged it up, coughed it up
Sat up wondering where you gone to
All for your return I drank what wouldn't burn
And called your name but you never came

I'm just sitting up, it's late
It's getting rough
It's two o'clock. Black and white.
Ceiling's got no good advice
All for your return I drank what wouldn't burn
And called your name but you never came