Cigar

You, look at me now, with those hollow eye sockets and smile And it seems all a lie, what they've told me so far And you, show me that life isn't all about extending your time No, it's the perfect time for a bottle of wine Why do I still care about all who might recall me For everything dies, so does memory And why, am I still surprised, about all who pray their sins away Aren't they too a part of this grand ballet When time occurs, don't make it right Don't make me right, it's me to decide: this or that side This or that side Death suits you dear sir, like a beautiful coat, but then without all the fur I wonder would it fit me? What would you have me prefer Some people would rather not exist, they put a gun to the heart or a knife to the wrist We are to think they aren't smart, it could be something I missed Right then she kisses my skin, I don't know what this is or where to begin This fills me up with bliss, Dont tell me this was a dream And she shows me that life, isn't all about explaining your time No it's the perfect time, to lay all night When time occurs, don't make it right Just don't make me right, it's me to decide: this or that side I need your word, leave it aside Just don't make me right, it's me to decide: this or that side This or that side, this or that side, this or that side You look at me now with that burning cigar hanging out of your mouth And it seems all a lie, what they've told me so far