Beach Slang and Quiet Slang - Dirty Cigarettes (Quiet Slang) [Acoustic]

I write a lot, it's mostly lies
I fall in love to pass the time

I never fit, I never tried
I need the struggle to feel alive

All I want are records on my stereo (all I want are records on my)
I'm better off, baby, when I'm all alone, that's a lie
Dirty cigarettes and a dirty soul (dirty cigar-, dirty soul)
Tell me I'm enough, I am dying to know what it's like

This sound is fucked, but I don't mind
It's wrong enough to feel alright
I think a lot, like all the time
I get in trouble when things get quiet

All I want are records on my stereo (all I want are records on my)
I'm better off, baby, when I'm all alone, that's a lie
Dirty cigarettes and a dirty soul (dirty cigar-, dirty soul)
Tell me I'm enough, I am dying to know what it's like

Written by:
JAMES SNYDER

Publisher:
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