why don't just try?

i hate to bring up this topic
it's quite a secret of mine
there's this smell i'm starting to like
when not so long ago
just a sip of it
used to make me cry

i mean, if i'm honest
my inner self knows it reeks
it's purely objective, a fact, the universal truth
that just a drag will cloud your eyes
and make you gag
and it would be so easy to blame so many people
i'm looking at you dad
but that would be running away
so yeah, let's do that

i blame you, dad
maybe if you hadn't smoked
since pretty much i was alive
i would smell that awful smell
and not link it to your hugs

i blame you, friend that gave me
that first cigar
why don't just try?
we're all gonna die, anyway

i blame you, all those movies i've watched
where all the pretty girls smoked

i blame you, being cold outside a club
and this is quite self-explanatory

i blame you, all the terraces in the universe

i blame you, that fourth glass of beer

i blame you, playing music in the park

i blame you, smoking grass

i blame you, not holding back

i blame you, my cloudy mind

and i blame you, being too tired to give a damn
that chino at 3 am
its smell on your hands
that final breath
and making stupid excuses to forgive myself