Out Of Cigarettes

Your hair is soaking wet  
As things got better  
"Trouble" prints in letracet  
It comes in colors all around  
You point your head towards the ground  
 
As you have your finger raised  
And you're looking for a way to get back home  
The icing on the cake comes when you find
That you're out of cigarettes  
But baby, please don't cry
When life is such a mess
 
Bad dream aftertaste  
You grab your sheets as you wake up
You have your suitcase packed
But there's no plan at hand  
 
Trouble smiles again
'Cause this old place, it doesn't feel like home  
And the icing on the cake comes when you find
That you're out of cigarettes  
But baby, please don't cry
When life is such a mess
'Cause all tomorrow's celebrations
Will shine a light into our past