There’s a desire burning deep in my chest,
There’s nothing like you - you’re not like the rest.
I haven’t found a substitute yet.
You’re like a - cigarette.
You’re too close, another hour off my life.
I’ll pay that price, I’ll make that sacrifice.
This won’t last long, I’ll take what I get.
You’re like a - cigarette.
I only want the wanting, cause
There’s poison in the taunting. But -
When you’re close enough, that,
You’re not close enough, then,
Reality becomes too much, and
I’m craving just one touch.
[Instrumental]
Smoky tendrils of your hair curl across my skin.
I want more of your touch, even if it’s a sin.
My mouth gets dry, my lips get wet,
You’re like a - cigarette.
An amp of epi, straight to my heart.
The restless reverie of what you are.
Forehead glistens with beads of sweat.
You’re like a - cigarette.
Stephen’s Reason, 2007