Nicotine Lyrics

You taste like Nicotine and broken dreams
You're losing yourself only seventeen
And I'm falling fast

Your leather jackets and bright blue eyes
Bad intentions and little white lies
You're holding back

You're whiskey and I am wine
You're rough at the edges, I stay in the lines
Your house if filled with ghosts
And I'll be the one who haunts you the most
And you'll be the one to break me...

You look like silver screens and magazine
So innocent I feel unclean
And I'm falling hard

Your classic novels and dark brown eyes
Morning coffee, the New York Times
I don't show my cards

You're whiskey and I am wine You're rough at the edges, I stay in the lines
Your house if filled with ghosts
And I'll be the one who haunts you the most
And you'll be the one to break me...

You're whiskey and I am wine
You're a dark alley and I'm a streetlight
You're blinded and I see clearly
You're bad news
But I need you near me...

You're whiskey and I am wine
You're rough at the edges, I stay in the lines
Your house if filled with ghosts
And I'll be the one who haunts you the most
And you'll be the one to break me...

You taste like Nicotine and broken dreams
You're losing yourself only seventeen
And I'm falling fast

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