Apples and Cigarettes - Kitten

Apples and cigarettes, the TVs still making noise

Stealing from your dad’s back pocket

I can still smell it but I’m trying to feel it

The preacher never said it was wrong

But it might be

Violet destiny, violated legally

But you still stroke my hair

Delayed by the traffic, delayed by your motives

Delayed by what you know could never happen

But I’ll let it happen

It’s alright if it does

But as we wait, they tell us what we already know

Then hesitate, can’t you move a little bit faster?

That book that you gave me, I swear I read it

But I only really thought of you

I know it can happen, my bullet and my gun

They’re ready when you are

And then I’ll be special, they’ll know why my head was down

Because you never took advantage of me

But you could

I wish that you did