No Cigarettes Lyrics - Good News - Withered Hand

Think me and you could maybe use a lost weekend 

I've been losing all my friends 

I wave another empty bottle in your face, 

Like I'm hitting it hard 

But it's just pretend 

'cos you know I'm not 

I wouldn't know where to start 

I've been there before 

I went and got lost, 

Always the back end of this pantomime horse 

All we seem to do these days is wave our arms and yell 

Other people are hell 

And what's that song you're singing, everybody hurts? 

And everybody lies, 

Don't wanna remember, too many regrets 

And no cigarettes 

'cos I'm not a smoker, 

But I said I was 

And the elevator stuck between the floors 

Is getting to me 

Don't let him forsake you 

Wrack him up and knock him down again 

You're changing direction 

I won't know where I was 

The back end of the pantomime horse 

Is getting to me 

Maestro, a drum roll please 

This is the golden age 

Staring down the corners of the room 

Another nowhere town 

When everything I sing is in a minor key 

I have to write it down, 

Or I won't remember 

Then I'll get it wrong 

This isn't the song, I'm thinking 

I'm not the singer 

That I thought I was 

In the solitude before the applause 

Is getting to me