Last Ciggie

Why don't we just send him off
In a great flamin' pyre of sticks
Something casual, something low-key
Might do the trick

I really don't just buy in
I mean, it's really not my thing
Religious ceremonies
Are supposed to cure the pain from within

It's not something you share, it's just yours to bare

And this'll be the very last,
Very last cigarette
Barefoot in worn-out Levi's
How could I forget?

And this'll be the very last,
Very last cigarette
Barefoot in worn-out Levi's
How could I forget?

You're not in my head
You don't know the words unspoken
Wish I had a few more years
'Cause this is feeling a little bit token
Maybe it's not real
And it's just the shit that I've been smokin'
Well, it must be true
'Cause everyone has started to cry

Not a single dry eye

And this'll be the very last,
Very last cigarette
Barefoot in worn-out Levi's
How could I forget?

And this'll be the very last,
Very last cigarette
Barefoot in worn-out Levi's
How could I forget?

Been out here on my side
But you won't except my [?]
Dressed up in this stupid outfit
Want the whole damn world to burn

Game, set, match, I won
But you'll never hear my words
I only had a few
Just to sum it up, I really did love you
But it's all just the same; it's such a goddamn shame

And this'll be the very last
Very last cigarette
Barefoot in worn-out Levi's
How could I forget?

And this'll be the very last
Very last cigarette
Barefoot in worn-out Levi's
How could I forget?