Cigarette from GHOSTING by Doron Diamond

Wasting away
I know what you know
I know
Hatin' my life
Waiting for the show

But you need me now
You need me, need me now

Cigarette
You're the backstreet of my life
Cigarette
You're the backstreet of my life
Cigarette
You're the backstreet of my life
But I don't mean to invite you home

Breakin away
But colors they don’t glow
They moan
But it's all fantasy
Waitin' for epiphanies
To show
So comfort me
I'm harvesting the bitter seeds I've sown


Cigarette
You're the backstreet of my life
Cigarette
You're the backstreet of my life
Cigarette
You're the backstreet of my life
You’re the hope left in my fight
To atone

Well fuck me the gravity
Of everything I’ve blown
The diamond's they shined bright on me
Now everything is stone
I’ve catered to the crater
But the crater’s only grown
But I know all the bravest pigeons walk alone

Cigarette
You're the backstreet of my life
Cigarette
You're the backstreet of my life
Cigarette
You're the backstreet of my life
You're the hope left in my fight
Alone

• Experimental
• Folk
• Home Recorded Indie Folk Lo Fi
• Indie
• LO FI HOME RECORDED
• Melodic
• Quality
• Los Angeles