Pump Fake Lyrics

So when did cigarettes start cluttering your hands? I

ponder this some nights alone when I undress. And what do

you do with those boys I see you with, or better yet,

what would I do if you came back? I'd say no, or I hope I

could, but I still want you. And what do you think I

would do after you left? Would I stay sober? I think it'd

be much worse. I'd cut my arms off. No regeneration.