Текст песни Cigarettes & Cash - Nicolina

Half a bottle in
Starting to forget
How your image looks
In the garden where we sin
Hoping you walk in
In a minute
And the voices in my head
Are coming from the bench
In your living room
Guess you wanted this to end
Fought until I bled
Had to stitch it up

You′re on my mind more than I
Want you to
Just pick a side
I won't mind
What you choose

Oooo
Am I in hell
You′re taking all my minutes
I need a little to myself
Am I wrong
To want more than i have
Hope I remember
Nights in December

She was the apple to my eye
The cherry to my pie
Had the sweetest touch
How'd the hell you get me high
From a simple look
Give me your pain
Hand me your past
Don't want your cigarettes or cash
Hope you remember
Nights in December

Oooo
Am I in hell
You′re taking all my minutes
I need a little to myself
Am I wrong
To want more than i have
Hope I remember
Nights in December