Your words run through my head Go to bed and by the kitchen window it's where I can go and smoke Let me alone a while and I'll return with a smile for you. Apologies rehearsed in my mind Killing time and by the kitchen window it's where I can go and smoke Are we just a joke? like why did the chicken cross the road? Why did the serpent lick the toad? Why do birds fall in love? and by the next day you're giving up. I like watching smoke flow from my mouth, like a dragon or a big machine, we can pretend it's steam You snap and you sing, you can't stop, you're addicted but roll-ups are cheap and my technique's perfected. Maybe quit with gum or a patch. Maybe we picked the wrong day to stop and turn back. (Why do birds fall in love...)