Dirty Cigarettes

I write a lot. It's mostly lies
I fall in love to pass the time
I never fit. I never tried
I need the struggle to feel alive

All I want are records on my stereo
I'm better off, baby, when I'm all alone. That's a lie
Dirty cigarettes and a dirty soul. Tell me I'm enough
I am dying to know what it's like

This sound is fucked, but I don't mind
It's wrong enough to feel alright
I think a lot, like all the time
I get in trouble when things get quiet

All I want are records on my stereo
I'm better off, baby, when I'm all alone. That's a lie
Dirty cigarettes and a dirty soul. Tell me I'm enough
I am dying to know what it's like