Last Cigarette in July
v4
@Bence Lengyel
Last Cigarette in July
v4
@Bence Lengyel
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[Verse 1]
We were killing time behind the mall
Parking lot throne
Cracked asphalt
You lit a flame with shaking hands
Said
"Nothing real goes as planned"
[Chorus]
You were my last cigarette in July
Burned too fast
Left smoke in my eyes
I swear I taste you every time I breathe in
Yeah
You were gone
But you still live on my skin
[Verse 2]
Your stickered car
That crooked grin
Screaming along to songs we didn't fit in
You drew a heart on the fogged-up glass
Said
"Promise me this won't pass"
[Chorus]
You were my last cigarette in July
Burned too fast
Left smoke in my eyes
I swear I taste you every time I breathe in
Yeah
You were gone
But you still live on my skin
[Bridge]
Did you get out of this nowhere town? (hey!)
Or are you still burning yourself down?
I quit the pack
I cut the ties
But some nights I still step outside
[Chorus]
You were my last cigarette in July
Burned too fast
Left smoke in my eyes
I swear I taste you every time I breathe in
Yeah
You were gone
But you still live on my skin
We were killing time behind the mall
Parking lot throne
Cracked asphalt
You lit a flame with shaking hands
Said
"Nothing real goes as planned"
[Chorus]
You were my last cigarette in July
Burned too fast
Left smoke in my eyes
I swear I taste you every time I breathe in
Yeah
You were gone
But you still live on my skin
[Verse 2]
Your stickered car
That crooked grin
Screaming along to songs we didn't fit in
You drew a heart on the fogged-up glass
Said
"Promise me this won't pass"
[Chorus]
You were my last cigarette in July
Burned too fast
Left smoke in my eyes
I swear I taste you every time I breathe in
Yeah
You were gone
But you still live on my skin
[Bridge]
Did you get out of this nowhere town? (hey!)
Or are you still burning yourself down?
I quit the pack
I cut the ties
But some nights I still step outside
[Chorus]
You were my last cigarette in July
Burned too fast
Left smoke in my eyes
I swear I taste you every time I breathe in
Yeah
You were gone
But you still live on my skin
Musikstil
rock, Crunchy modern rock with a tight three-piece band, male vocals pushed forward. Guitars start palm-muted and tense, opening into wide, open chords on the chorus; bass glues the low end with a driving drum groove and crisp hats. First verse sits simmering, chorus explodes with doubled vocals and a soaring harmony on the hook; bridge drops to half-time with a reverb-soaked lead line before a final, shout-along chorus.
