Going out for cigerattes

I walked out for a pack of cigerattes
Knowing I wasn't coming back
Things had just gotten so hard
I had no more control 
So I decided to take the easy way out
And leave for a little while 
Just to get some cigerattes 
But then minutes turned to hours
And days turned to weeks
With each passing store 
It wasn't good enough for me
So I drove to the end
Drinking in any dive I could fine
Staying in any hotel cheap with my lies
Dreaming of the memorie I left behind
For a pack of cigerattes 
A pack I never bought
Cause I don't even smoke 

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