Reek of cheap cigarettes ​​aWannabe

I know it depends on how you feel
If I get stressed will you light my cigarettes

I got you on me like your cigarettes
You in the back of my mind like a silhouette
We say things to each other that we will regret
But I don't really care because I like you

We stay outside watching the sunrise
Blowing smoke in my face, god I love your taste
With us laughing out loud got us kicking the cloud, god I love your lips on my mouth

Wake up tell me that you want me
I could be your[?]
I could be your[?]
I just want to hug you
Tell you that you matter
Treat you like a princess
Fuck you on the counter, baby