winston nights in my backyard
as i sit here, stale and waiting
i pass my time by smoking a cigarette, growing old and weary
tired from work, tired from smiling, i wait patiently for you to call, i wait for weezer's in the sun to play again
but my body cannot resist anymore, the comfort of a weathered down couch and a dog curled at the end
so i open my semi closed eye lids and let one last tired smile break through my face, as i hear pete sing about smoking cigarettes
i take that last puff of my winston and get to dreaming about the morning after when you call and tell me how sorry you are
and all i will do is smile and say its okay because i know, i know you slept well my love.