The room in the morning   Watching the rain turn to snow   But outside my window   Sometimes the rain falls harder than you'll ever know      Sometimes the things that you love in the night   The morning will choose to forget   I have a habit I have been trying to lose   Everyone thinks they know what they want      Sometimes your drug chooses you   There are some things that I've promised myself   Things I haven't done yet   It's my last cigarette, this is my last cigarette      Sometimes the people you love in the night   The morning will choose to forget   This is my last cigarette, my last cigarette   This is my last cigarette, my last cigarette