You're obsessed with purity when my robes are white as smokers teeth If my left hands on the bible Shove the right one down my jeans Put some pleasure in an oath Something clever in my notes Another writer toss the lighter my pens dripping kerosene Nothing's ever fine but I'm happy scraping by A little resin in my nails a couple failed attempts to try The only power I possess Is smoke a cigarette, forget about it Cuz whatever I neglect could die like any memory Like Kelc in my reach Or sleeping on my chest So lonely when she leaves It's like she never left New cause, same clothes New songs, same notes Then make the same mistakes that make you mind without asking why