I spent most of them inside
Sitting on the telephone
Being bitchy and unkind
Wandering from room to room
Trying to leave my self behind
Walking with my eyes closed
Pretending to be blind
Naked in the kitchen
I was smoking in the hall
Vacuuming the sofa
Trying to make sense of it all
Sweeping under carpet
All my pain with all the dirt
And the only thing that kept me sane
Cigarettes and housework
Cigarettes and housework
Drowning all my sorrows
In an effort to be free
Playing my piano
Writing the requiem for me
Thinking I could clean up
All the trouble from yesterday
Or hoping that my cigarette smoke
Would carry it away
Naked in the kitchen
I was smoking in the hall
Vacuuming the sofa
Trying to make sense of it all
Sweeping under carpet
All my pain with all the dirt
And the only thing that kept me sane
Cigarettes and housework
Cigarettes and housework
I had come through the trauma of youth
But once in a while I still find myself
Naked in the kitchen
Smoking in the hall
Vacuming the sofa
Trying to make sense of it all
Sweeping under carpet
All my pain with all the dirt
And the only thing that keeps me sane
Cigarettes and housework
Cigarettes and housework
My teenage years were full of fear I spent most of them inside Sitting on the telephone Being bitchy and unkind Wandering from room to room Trying to leave my self behind Walking with my eyes closed Pretending to be blind Naked in the kitchen I was smoking in the hall Vacuuming the sofa Trying to make sense of it all Sweeping under carpet All my pain with all the dirt And the only thing that kept me sane Cigarettes and housework Cigarettes and housework Drowning all my sorrows In an effort to be free Playing my piano Writing the requiem for me Thinking I could clean up All the trouble from yesterday Or hoping that my cigarette smoke Would carry it away Naked in the kitchen I was smoking in the hall Vacuuming the sofa Trying to make sense of it all Sweeping under carpet All my pain with all the dirt And the only thing that kept me sane Cigarettes and housework Cigarettes and housework I had come through the trauma of youth But once in a while I still find myself Naked in the kitchen Smoking in the hall Vacuming the sofa Trying to make sense of it all Sweeping under carpet All my pain with all the dirt And the only thing that keeps me sane Cigarettes and housework Cigarettes and housework Explain Request ×
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