Smoking in your empty garage You pass me a match, so I can light myself up We smell like gasoline and cigarette butts Sleeping in our clothes, from three days before Untangle me, disheveling Messy in my mind and messy in my heart The centipedes, are watching me Living with the spiders, dreaming with the moths Sleeping on a blow up mattress Cold is cutting through the blankets So I drink another bottle Body heat, I need to cuddle Smoking in your empty garage You pass me a match, so I can light myself up Smoking in your empty garage You pass me a match, so I can light myself up