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Happy Hour - Cigarettes from the EP Love Hurts Follow us on Facebook: https://bit.ly/2DZ0r9b Follow us on Instagram: @Happyhourband Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/6vNQc... Apple Music: https://itunes.apple.com/us/artist/ha... Lyrics: Ok ok I admit it I’ve been crossing both my fingers Hoping we would double digit But what’s the point I can’t anoint A certain feeling back when we were both feeling I remember when you Didn’t let me down A Neighbor could borrow a cup of Sugar Sweet what we had I take you out to breakfast at Tiffany’s I see the signs but I’m clearly not listening Ooo ooo honey don’t you worry I just need a sign You used to keep me in mind I was so proud to say you were mine Call me right call me wrong call me anything you want I know I know I fucked up Trying to form a puzzle with these pieces that don’t fit I just wish I took your advice when you said that I should quit I should of quit I should of quit Your brand of cigarettes Pressure’s got me down yea pressure’s got me down yea loosen up my grip I’m losing my grip The Cancer spread I’m feeling dead The chemos working Supposedly they said And I don’t feel it Call me right call me wrong call me anything you want I know I know I fucked up Trying to form a puzzle with these pieces that don’t fit I just wish I took your advice when you said that I should quit I should of quit I should of quit Your brand of cigarettes I’m packing my bags and I’m starting to think that you’re sorry You pull back the Blade and you whisper to me not to worry Don’t you frown Hold me down It’s easy But you won’t Take back the pain, take back the hurt you sold me Disregarded warnings and deaf to what they told me Don’t you frown Hold me down It’s easy But you won’t Immobilized frozen in shock, I had to face the mirror take hold of what I’ve got A fragile line of sanity merely grains left From what I’d bought Cracks in the glass mistakes from the past Velvet stains that always remain And I did this to myself (I am a masochist and the pain you give is pleasure and I’m addicted) Ball my hand into a fist Who’s the sadist who’s the masochist I knew it You knew it Mother fuck the artist that drew this Ball my hand into a fist Who’s the sadist who’s the masochist I knew it You knew it The blueprints not right god blew it (I am a masochist and the pain you give is pleasure and I’m addicted) Call me right call me wrong call me anything you want I know I know I fucked up Trying to form a puzzle with these pieces that don’t fit I just wish I took your advice when you said that I should quit I should of quit I should of quit Your brand of cigarettes