marika hackman
cigarette
You're in the parking lot I'm in the car, it's locked I didn't want to let you in  When did it get so forced? Drunk by the second course You're never gonna let me win  And I tried to hold my tongue But you, you yanked it from my grip Bathed it in petroleum, lit a cigarette and gave it a kiss  Turn to the headlight glare Cry and pretend you care I love it when we make a scene  Something to talk about Rather than fuck and shout Maybe we could go to sleep  And you tried to hold your tongue But I, I yanked it from your grip Bathed it in petroleum, lit a cigarette and gave you a kiss