She smokes her cigarettes,nShe smokes them like she don’t care at all,nThe world gets in her head,nShe’s always filling an empty hole,nnI’ll be your cigarette if you don’t get it all,nI’ll fade away with you if you can’t carry on,nnI’ll be your whatever if you want,nAnd though I’ll meet you there,nYou won’t see me here anymore,nLike smoke plays in the air,nWe’ll fade away from it all,nnI’ll be your cigarette if you don’t get it all,nI’ll be your only friend if you can’t carry on,nnDeep inside yourself,nPast the Vacancy,nThe feeling is on its way,nnI’ll be your cigarette if you don’t have it all,nBut I can’t fade alone if I’m not good enough,nnI’ll be your cigarette if you go.