We are the unsuspecting victims of circumstance
And we tried to hold you up when your weakness could barely stand
I tried to accept this funeral as something I could bear
You've gone up in smoke and whiskey, a victim of everything
I look at you now, it's getting hard to breathe
I watch as time rolls right through you and me
From the bottom of my heart, my God I miss you very hopelessly tonight
I'd walk right through these walls for a second with you,
A pack of smokes and me tonight