Why oh why? It's drying out my bank account But when I get that I feel it here man It makes me feel So trapped So loved So bad So fucking good Too bad i would if I could But there's something about it That keeps me coming back So I keep running back For some of that Gotta say I really like your taste I can't quite quit and I can't quite stay What drags me back? And why can't I get away? From these cigarettes Why oh why? It's drying out my self esteem My friends they ask What do you see in her? I would spew it if I knew A crutch is a must And my crutch brings husk With a heart full of tar And a mind full of lust It breaks me down And makes me feel so But a sweet sucka puff For me is a must Yet I wheeze in my sleep Guess it's just tough love What drags me back? And why can't I get away? From these cigarettes