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
I thought that I could
I should've
Known
And what do you think I would do after you left?
Would I stay sober?
I think it'd be much worse
Oh!
I'd cut my arms off
I'd cut my arms off
I'd cut my arms off
I'd cut my arms off, right fucking off!
No regeneration
Regeneration
Regeneration!