I'M Out of Cigarettes

Feels like the pavement runs out And the bottles always empty And sometimes I can feel I don't really like it here But the taste is familiar. There are a few fond moments here But memories are always second best And all of these pictures are geting blurry They got wet in the flood last spring And probably The poppers last Wednesday And now that I think about it I'm not sure If I dreamt them up later It's nice that we are older cause most of us don't remember most nights now. The dreams can be better stories.