Pump Fake

So when did cigarettes start cluttering your hands?  I ponder this some nights alone when I undress.  And what do you do with those boys I see you with, or better yet, what would I do if you came back?  I'd say no, or I hope I could, but I still want you.  And what do you think I would do after you left?  Would I stay sober?  I think it'd be much worse. I'd cut my arms off.  No regeneration.