Smoke, the Judas of you kills me
Rufus the Verbose
Give me a cigarette
I need an addiction, please
In this smoky place, there's a celluloid haze
and I can barely see you
You're there, but you don't reflect too well.
Could we connect, maybe here, maybe someplace else?
I'd like to know you. What's your name, future friend?
Give me a day, and I promise I'll be there
be there for you.
Stand me up, stand me in the corner
This smoky bar is full, so stand me up.
I'll find some other goon to beat up on me
because you chickened out on your chance
to do so.
You weaseled out.
I can't go out without some sort of pain
Either your knee in my groin
or a kiss in the rain.
A kiss can hurt like hell
I know. I've been burned by several lusty-eyed Judas's before
So you're not the first. You're not the first to love me and leave.
Just give me a cigarette,
because I no longer wish to breathe.
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