I've been dreaming far too vividly
Cause I haven't got the pocket for a smoke
I wonder if anyone's missing me
For I'm feeling so alone that it's a joke
Somethings don't quit I've been stuck in this pit for a while
Oh how I long to not have to fake all of my smiles
Tired of sitting waiting by the phone
I'm much happier smoking on my own
Steady scheming of the words to say
But you'll probably never hear them anyway
And I have faith that it'll all be fine
As sure as beaming sun gives us the shine
So much to look forward to
I shall be there in time
Tired of sitting waiting by the phone
I'm much happier smoking on my own
Steady, scheming of the words to say
But you'll probably never hear them anyway
Tired of sitting waiting by the phone
I'm much happier smoking on my own
Steady scheming of the words to say
But you'll probably never hear them anyway
Tired of sitting waiting by the phone
I'm much happier smoking on my own
Steady scheming of the words to say
But you'll probably never hear them anyway