the smoke isn't mine

all the cigarettes in the ashtray
aren’t mine no not mine
i emptied it into the trash can
the last time I came outside
the smell of my clothing
isn’t mine no not mine
I tried to do my laundry
but the mat was full of smokers
who insisted upon dragging me to their party
nine black cars rode down the highway in a (perfect) line
up to a black-lit club where all the girls where doing drugs
and smoking cigarettes like chewing gum
the color of my fingertips
isn’t natural no no
I stood outside the bathroom
and was mistaken for an ashtray
the sound of my cough
is temporarily not my fault
I tried to hide out on the balcony
but all the smoke rose up
I complained but they insisted that it really made the party
the black cars left me there and I had to stay the night
unfortunately for me the only bed was the bathroom
so I spent the night tossing around in cigarette ash and urine
that’s why I tell that these small burns
are all accidental
some people missed when they tried
to the flick their butts into the toilet bowl
at least they didn’t miss
when they were trying to take a piss
and at least you can believe me when
I tell you in all honesty that
all the cigarettes in the ashtray
aren’t mine no not mine
no not mine, no not mine,
no not mine