Carter Faith - Smoke Too Soon

He walked out, no two week notice
Didn't even notice he was gone
Who's gonna gas up my Ford Focus
Who the hell's gonna mow my law
I don't know
I'll just let it grow and let it go

Left me a why he left me list
Folded up under my front door
Chicken scratched down every reason
He don't love me anymore
I don't care
He's outta my hair
Every good riddance is written right there

Says, I'm way too petty, guess he
Don't think I'm funny the way I do
I'm way too messy, getting ready
Spilling glitter and littering his place with shoes
Spend all my money on bullshit
And all my time on booze
I could but I can't help that
I sleep in way too late
And I smoke too soon

Left his dishes in the sink, but the trash took itself out
Suddenly, light on my feet, and my head's up in the clouds
Hot things are hard to handle
So I'll light another candle
For the man who wrote that goodbye poem framed above my mantle

Says, I'm way too petty, guess he
Don't think I'm funny the way I do
I'm way too messy, getting ready
Spilling glitter and littering his place with shoes
Spend all my money on bullshit
And all my time on booze
I could but I can't help that
I sleep in way too late
And I smoke too soon
Oh, I smoke too soon, yeah

What's so wrong with getting high at noon?
Sing along, honey, if you do too
What's so wrong with getting high at noon?
Sing along, honey, if you do too

Says, I'm way too petty, guess he
Don't think I'm funny the way I do
I'm way too messy, getting ready
Spilling glitter and littering his place with shoes
Spend all my money on bullshit
And all my time on booze
I could but I can't help that
I sleep in way too late
And I smoke too soon

Oh, I smoke too soon
Yeah, I smoke too soon

Written by:
Caroline Mackinlay Watkins, Carter Faith Jones, Lauren Lee Hungate, Tofer Brown

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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