CarabasMalvina - Thin Cigarettes
12/20/2025
2512204077972

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CarabasMalvina - Thin Cigarettes

You’re stuck in the doorway,
refusing to choose,
You dress up fear
as an excuse.
You call it timing,
you call it fate,
Dragging every second
you’re scared to waste.
You say you’re confused
to dodge the blame,
You hide in “not that guy”
like a fake-ass name.
Your hands shake just enough
to make me stay.

Finish the cigarette
and get the fuck out,
If you’re gonna leave,
don’t hover around.

Finish the cigarette,
don’t dress it in doubt,
You’re not misunderstood —
you’re afraid to walk out.

Finish the cigarette,
don’t make it poetic,
You’re not tragic,
you’re just repetitive.

You talk about damage,
about what you feel,
But your feet never move
and that’s what’s real.
You say “it just happened”
to stay unblamed,
Like repetition
isn not the game you play.
You wait for a reason
that never will fit,
Like staying too long
means you still give a shit.

Finish the cigarette
and get the fuck out,
Stop burning the air
like you’re figuring it out.

Finish the cigarette,
don’t play the hurt,
You say it was love
but you never moved first.

Finish the cigarette,
you’ve had your scene,
All the smoke in the room
doesn’t mean anything.

You drop the filter down
like it proves what you said,
Drop it in the corner
with the shit in your head
You sigh like it’s heavy,
but you don’t pick it up,
You call it “being broken”
when it’s just giving up.
You want me to notice,
to slow it all down,
But nothing here waits
while you play the clown.


Finish the cigarette
and get the fuck out,
Leave me the quiet,
leave me the ground.

Finish the cigarette,
it’s not even yours,
You bummed it off some girl
on the way to my door.

Finish your cigarette,
thin like your excuses,
Even your addictions
don’t believe in you.

You toss it like closure,
like that makes it right,
Drop it in the corner
with the rest of your lies

Music
vocal
song
music
pop
lullaby
original
electronic

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Title CarabasMalvina - Thin Cigarettes
CarabasMalvina - Thin Cigarettes

You’re stuck in the doorway,
refusing to choose,
You dress up fear
as an excuse.
You call it timing,
you call it fate,
Dragging every second
you’re scared to waste.
You say you’re confused
to dodge the blame,
You hide in “not that guy”
like a fake-ass name.
Your hands shake just enough
to make me stay.

Finish the cigarette
and get the fuck out,
If you’re gonna leave,
don’t hover around.

Finish the cigarette,
don’t dress it in doubt,
You’re not misunderstood —
you’re afraid to walk out.

Finish the cigarette,
don’t make it poetic,
You’re not tragic,
you’re just repetitive.

You talk about damage,
about what you feel,
But your feet never move
and that’s what’s real.
You say “it just happened”
to stay unblamed,
Like repetition
isn not the game you play.
You wait for a reason
that never will fit,
Like staying too long
means you still give a shit.

Finish the cigarette
and get the fuck out,
Stop burning the air
like you’re figuring it out.

Finish the cigarette,
don’t play the hurt,
You say it was love
but you never moved first.

Finish the cigarette,
you’ve had your scene,
All the smoke in the room
doesn’t mean anything.

You drop the filter down
like it proves what you said,
Drop it in the corner
with the shit in your head
You sigh like it’s heavy,
but you don’t pick it up,
You call it “being broken”
when it’s just giving up.
You want me to notice,
to slow it all down,
But nothing here waits
while you play the clown.


Finish the cigarette
and get the fuck out,
Leave me the quiet,
leave me the ground.

Finish the cigarette,
it’s not even yours,
You bummed it off some girl
on the way to my door.

Finish your cigarette,
thin like your excuses,
Even your addictions
don’t believe in you.

You toss it like closure,
like that makes it right,
Drop it in the corner
with the rest of your lies
Work type Music
Tags vocal, song, music, pop, lullaby, original, electronic

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