She smokes her cigarettes after midnight
She tries to stop, but she can't
She tries to cover it up with perfume
When she's entering a room
But you can smell the nicotine
As she returns from tragedy
She says she wants to stop,
But she won't till her body drops
Oh Juno Greene, you're not a machine
But you're becoming more like one every day
With the metal in your lungs
And the taste of smoke on your tongue, well
Someday you're gonna have to pay
She's tried patches and seeds
But it's turned into a need
The room fills up with smoke
So much you can't tell a smile broke
She can't seem to keep a guy
And it hurts to see cry
She leans out the window, smoke out her mouth
Looking down wondering why her life is so far south
But she can't stop herself
Stuck in her system just like the smell
She wants to stop,
But it makes her feel like an astronaut
(Oh) Juno Greene, you're not a machine
But you're becoming more like one every day
With the metal in your lungs
And the taste of smoke on your tongue, well
Someday you're gonna have to pay
Juno
Oh you know
Where to go
When you're low
Juno
Where'd you go
We all know
You never really took it slow
Juno
Oh don't go
We all see
You below
Juno
You let go
Please don't go
Juno