Secondhand smoke
Warning signs
A Bulleit mind and a mouthful of fire
Another halfway vice
Lost my words
And I missed my train
Found it in the single and grain
Drunk at the gate
Tied between this lonely streak
And the need to be a part of things 'til they break
I once looked young for my age
And maybe I'll be one of those
Who floats like an angel in street clothes
To survive
For family
Blood and otherwise
I lied back there, before
Buying Newports from the corner store
I should've asked for more
Tied between this lonely streak
And the need to be a part of things 'til they break
I once looked young for my age
And maybe I'll be one of those
Who floats like an angel in street clothes
But who lies
And dies
In blood and otherwise