Paroles de Smoking For The Aesthetic

They say it all gets better But why does my heart still hurt So bad still So bad Let's just die together Let's make all of our heads hurt But we're used to the pain, oh Smoking for the aesthetic Pray to God I'll go to heaven Nobody telling me to stop Smoking just to past the time Don't got a thing on my mind Smoking for the aesthetic Woke up feeling woozy Tried to numb anything I tried, oh Smoking for the aesthetic Pray to God I'll go to heaven Nobody tell me to stop Smoking just to past the time Don't got a thing on my mind Smoking for the aesthetic For the aesthetic, oh Smoking for the aesthetic Pray to God I'll go to heaven Nobody tell me to stop Smoking just to past the time Don't got a thing on my mind Smoking for the aesthetic For the aesthetic The aesthetic