Autograph

And the [bad word] with coffee in your chair
And the smell of cigarettes is in your hair
There's a sound that shouts outside the hotel room
And at night the bulbs of cameras flash at you

And if we don't have a future
If our lives split like shattered bits of glass
And if we don't have a future
Just leave your autograph
Your autograph

And at night the ball of neon lit our fate
And our shadows painted many different shapes
But the movies [bad word] in front of you
There's just a smell of cigarettes left in the room

And we made fake conversation
And we peered through broken bits of glass
And it's all [bad word] But [bad word] to ever last