and I need my cigarettes, when I write your novelettes  it's the same thing every time, pine and pray for your six-nine  and I need one single truth cashin in your kissing booth  it's the same thing anyway  dream and doubt the day away today  everybody knows it's you  everybody blows it too  oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah  it's comin on strong  hypnotizing me this long  so long baby, yes i'm gone (verse 2)  could you be my wonder drug? could I be the one you dug?  it's the same trip anytime, I can't see your sweet sublime  and I need more cigarettes to fill up my confidence  but it never really helps at all, you're still perfect on my wall