How the Mania Was Won

Cigarettes and the Rest

She dropped the rest

She'll always have cigarettes

She brings out the best

She makes me smile and we talk for awhile

We speak at the cafe

Always been that way

You're someone I can speak with

Even though I'm a little bit disturbed

Your compliments hang onto my skull like ribbons and gift wrap

You even listen to me rap and complain but I'm human all the same

Changed the color of your hair because you had to shine

But what's yours is yours

And it helps me find mine

I hope I can find the strength

To make that change

Everyone is a little bit strange

I can make an exchange a return a referral

But I don't want to trade my place for death and a funeral

Because the life I live is good enough to me to live

And I was hesitant on every line

But if someone dropped me a compliment well contrived

I'd pick it up without picking up because words are the cough syrup

I don't need codeine to know I'm clean

I don't need cocaine to tint my brain

I don't need alcohol to make me small

I don't need anything at all

And even though I need not rely on someone else

It's nice to have a nice hi

And always hello

That's my kind of cigarette shelf

Someone that accepts myself