Where all of this is heading
I crave the smell of cigarettes when I'm out at night. Not all the time. Usually at shows, just after people leave the venue and stand huddled together on a sidewalk, smoke rising from their mouths. I sit there with my glass of wine and fight the urge to run out and join them.
I was never a heavy smoker ever, no pack a day habit or anything, but I started young. Young enough that I'm embarrassed to say when I started. This is partly why I quit recently. I didn't go the patch route. No hypnotism. No acupuncture. No one pressured me into it. I just decided to give it a try. I'm still trying. It's a process.
This Beauty Pill song is not about cigarettes. It sounds like a time capsule buried in your backyard. The items inside speak of apathy. A postcard with something cryptic on it, a polaroid of a blur. It's almost empty really and it appears to exist only to rattle you. You can put it back where you found it or you can try to change the outcome. It's up to you.
Cigarette Girl From The Future/Beauty Pill (mp3)
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