SMOKE LAW Ultra Slowed

Feeling all this sad and seething that you walked Out of my heart. All these cigarettes now patch me a little. Feelings turn to ashes, blowing the wind. Tears stain the concrete. Nothing shining here, only cigarettes and You. All my broken places and Ghosts. They surround my Eyes. Swear will Always smoke. I will always, I Swear quit smoking the day that you finally stop Messing up all my money. Yeah. I swear I'll quit smoking the day that I finally write the song that makes me immortal. But for now, All the days... Smoked to the ceiling, smoked to Ceiling, Smoked to the ceiling. Every day feels all the Same. Smoked ceiling, smoked to ceiling, smoked Every Cigarettes always. But now, all the days Every