Cigarettes

Tell me what it is, it isn’t fair

but I’m wasting time,

'cos it isn’t my heart, it isn’t my fault.

And every situation understands, well,

the anecdote of chasing the locations to your doors.

'Cos I’m wasting time, I’m wasting money again

and all the cigarettes that I have never smoked,

and all the letters that I have never sent.

He was sitting by the swimming pool

and he was scared, 'cos it wasn’t his time,

and it wasn’t his chance.

Getting older’s not been on my plans,

but it’s never late, it’s never late enough for me to stay.

'Cos I’m wasting time, I’m wasting money again

and all the cigarettes that I have never smoked,

and all the letters that I have never sent.