Percussion & lead guitar : Caitlyn Pozerski
Songwriter, rhythm guitar, & bass : Jenny Proscia
Recorded & mixed : Rob Belval
Like Cinnamon poured down my throat
This second hand cigarette tastes so good,
Entering my nostrils from your bedside ashtray.
And wait till you hear the noises I will make.
I am coughing up your lungs until I hit the right note
Of that tune you grind your teeth to.
The thoughts that inspired hands gone astray.
Where will I find yours today?
On the cigarette butts that hang out in buckets full of sand,
They have memories of your hands like long lost friends.
Yeah, you can toss that gum into the trash unwrapped.
It’s okay with me as long its okay with you
That I’d smoke this whole pack just to meet you on the cement step.
I’d smoke this whole pack just to meet you on the step
released June 23, 2015
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