Dirty Cigarettes [Quiet Slang]

I write a lot, it's mostly lies I fall in love to pass the time I never fit, I never tried I need the struggle to feel alive All I want are records on my stereo (all I want are records on my) I'm better off, baby, when I'm all alone, that's a lie Dirty cigarettes and a dirty soul (dirty cigar-, dirty soul) Tell me I'm enough, I am dying to know what it's like This sound is fucked, but I don't mind It's wrong enough to feel alright I think a lot, like all the time I get in trouble when things get quiet All I want are records on my stereo (all I want are records on my) I'm better off, baby, when I'm all alone, that's a lie Dirty cigarettes and a dirty soul (dirty cigar-, dirty soul) Tell me I'm enough, I am dying to know what it's like