God Released Me into the Wild and Now He's Hunting Me for Sport

I smoked my first cigarette

For the first time in eight months

Cause you were smoking cigarettes

Outside that bar on 6th street that you love

And I needed it

Because school stresses me out

And all I wanna do is sit in my room

And watch TV all afternoon

I wish I had the guts to sing your name

But I can't, no I can't

Because I am afraid that that would make it real

I should've never asked about your past

Oh well, whatever

I guess if that's what you really want then

I'll just go home instead

And I'll keep putting cigarettes out on my hands

And it's stupid to you

But at least it's cool to my friends

At least it's cool to my friends

At least I'm cool to my friends