Funeral Flavored Cigarette in the Morning - Cruel Tie

funeral-flavored cigarette in the morning

reminds me of a bad memory and also causes vomiting

brain, clear your mind

and I'll be fine

alcohol exaggerates feelings

we're not together, we're just dealing

stop making sense of these sentences

my lines are rigmarole

it's just my style

incomprehensible

I don't think that I'm in true love

I think I feel nothing at all

too ashamed of my home to let her come over

my apartment's just a hole in the wall

I don't think that I'm in true love

cause true love knows no shame

I'm ashamed I'm alone

I'm afraid of my home

my apartment's just a hole in the wall

it's just hell of a hole

we always search for new impressions

running away in different directions

sunbathing on the beach

freezebathing in Moskva

my lines are rigmarole

it's just my style

it's incomprehensible

my feet are longing for H2O

my hands can't wait to be buried in sand

I don't think that I'm in true love

I think I feel nothing at all

too ashamed of my home to let her come over

my apartment's just a hole in the wall

I don't think that I'm in true love

cause true love knows no shame

I'm afraid and I'm alone

I'm ashamed of my home

my apartment's just hell of a hole

thinking of this thing is stupid

I'm shot by drunk Cupid

now I hate our music

I hate music