If you’re going to leave, you must leave the pull behind you. If you’re going to speak your truth, you must drop your pride. When you’ve lost, you must burn down your anger In the end, a cigarette— you and I The quiet city falls asleep. The tired body wants to slide into bed. All the piled-up junk flies off in a swirling sighs In the end, a cigarette— you and I The pyre hums a lullaby. Hello, hello, hello, goodbye. We have to burn—you and I Hello, hello, hello, goodbye. The candle burns, burns, and burns—“Happy Birthday.” As it melts away, so much anger gathers. As it dwindles, so many tears never get cried. In the end, cigarette— You and I So many hopes, so many trusts, wash away in water. Every fight begins and ends with a trap. We lost wars; then rekindled another. In the end, a cigarette— Is what we all are. The pyre hums a lullaby. Hello, hello, hello, goodbye. We have to burn—you and I Hello, hello, hello, goodbye. If you’re going to leave, you must leave the pull behind you. If you’re going to speak your truth, you must drop your pride. When you’ve lost, you must burn down your anger. In the end, cigarette— You and I The pyre hums a lullaby. Hello, hello, hello, goodbye. We have to burn—you and I Hello, hello, hello, goodbye. The pyre hums a lullaby. Hello, hello, hello, goodbye. We have to burn—you and I Hello, hello, hello, goodbye.
