The Cigarette Song

I am a cigarette
 In the front pocket
 Of your leather jacket
 And my life feels stagnant,
 No matter how far you carry me.
 I murdered my parents
 And all of my friends;
 It becomes quite apparent
 That my life will end
 With my head bashed in and bleeding,
 Crushed beneath your boot heel.
 We stand on the levee
 And my heart feels heavy.
 Fuck, this isn't healthy,
 Your hand is so heavy.
 I wish we would both fit on my bike,
 But there's just room for one
 I ride off to the sun-
 Set, gun on my hip
 And my brain is a train
 Set: nothing is real,
 But it runs nonetheless.
 And I am a cigarette
 In the front pocket
 Of your leather jacket
 And my life feels stagnant
 No matter how fast
 We drive down the seventeen