Smell of July 31st

(coughing) Yeah

Isaac put the plastic down

July thirty-first, eleven fifty-seven PM on the clock He took a final

puff of Mexican Mango and let it drop No more Geek Bar

sweetness, no more disposable chemical air Isaac chose the paper and the

ash without a single care

Now it's Marlboro Golds in his pocket,

American Spirit Blues Trading a habit for a habit,

nothing left to lose (ooh)

And now he reeks of heavy smoke twenty-four-seven

Smells like a chimney but he swears it feels like heaven He

gets high all the time just to balance out the day But

he's the funniest guy you'll meet anyway Yeah,

Isaac's laughing through the haze

He’s always cracking jokes,

got the room in stitches with his wit While holding a lighter,

sparking up another lit split From the mango vapor clouds to the

heavy gray tar He says he's breathing better but he's smelling like

a bar American Spirits burning slow,

Gold box in his hand Living life in a cloud,

the funniest in the land

Remember that Geek Bar,

taste of sweet July Gone with the summer wind,

no more synthetic high

Just the matchbook strike,

and the constant smell of smoke

(yeah) And now he reeks of heavy

smoke twenty-four-seven

Smells like a chimney but he swears it feels like heaven He

gets high all the time just to balance out the day But

he's the funniest guy you'll meet anyway Yeah,

Isaac's laughing through the haze

(snicker) Yeah,

still smelling like a Spirit Blue

Isaac... turn the light out