The Amp, BRINELL - JIM BEAM
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And I exhale smoke
In me, Marlboro and gin
Her gaze beckoned me
And I was glued to her

All these clothes in the corners
A scream from a closed window
You could have been lazy a long time ago
But you wanted to wait for me
Lips touched my cold neck
We are inseparable like a gun and a target
Like a cigarette and smoke to give you pause
Like advice when you're on the move
An old 100 carries us to the neighborhood
I'm in the passenger seat with the window open
Smoke from the car, the phone rings
Unanswered beeps by the window with wine
Smoke stole your thoughts
Time smoldered like a cigarette in your fingers
And we hung in it

In me, Marlboro, Jim Beam
It's two thirty-three
The city sleeps and dreams
It's just like you
In me, Marlboro, Jim Beam
It's two thirty-three
She waits but doesn't call
Falling asleep to TV

Yours Bright eyes ignited my passion
Your loud words were drowned out by silence
But you, again, I didn't call you on business
Out of resentment, I hid myself brightly in the barricades

I remember on dark nights
You and I counted the stars
I drop your dress on the floor
I see what you want

Your curls beckoned me
Smoke cold as frost
I won't forget those moments
When we were in euphoria

So long, so long, but time
Won't pass while you're near
I wanted so much
But I won't give you love

In me, there's Marlboro Jim Beam
It's two thirty-three
The city sleeps and dreams
He's just like you
In me, there's Marlboro Jim Beam
It's two thirty-three
She waits but doesn't call
Falling asleep to TV