It's my fifth cigarette within an hour
and to think it's not even dark yet
my brakes fail down the slope
I drink loneliness shots to get besotted
My imagination is projecting on the wall
scenes from what we have lived in the past
and my heart is in doubt again tonight
that maybe I shouldn't have left after all
I'm lost
I'm shouting it out to you
my soul changes without you
I'm lost
'cause I don't know
if I can manage without you
I'm lost
It's my fifth cigarette within an hour
and to think that I had never smoked before
in my mind a storm breaks out
what have I done to you to pay, myself?