More songs by Thelma & James
Description
Recording Engineer, Producer, Mixing Engineer: Lonas
Additional Engineer: Matthew Odmark
Mastering Engineer: Adam Grover
Composer Lyricist: Jake Etheridge
Composer Lyricist: Jordan Minton
Composer Lyricist: MacKenzie Porter
Composer Lyricist: Jordan Reynolds
Composer Lyricist: Parker Welling
Lyrics and translation
Original
I remember Oklahoma, that Chesterfield sofa, back seat of your Nova, like it was yesterday.
Butterflies on a blue dress, cigarettes on a swing set, starting fires in my head with the same old flame.
Ooh, I light one up, I burn one down.
Ooh, I breathe you in, I breathe you out.
Good God, it's bittersweet, it's like cinnamon and nicotine, and I don't care if it's killing me, can't stop chain-smoking memories.
A pocket full of matches, smell of you on my jacket, missing you's a bad habit I just can't kick, I can't quit.
Ooh,
I light one up, I burn one down.
Ooh, I breathe you in, I breathe you out.
Good God, it's bittersweet, it's like cinnamon and nicotine, and I don't care if it's killing me, can't stop chain-smoking memories.
I say, good God, it's bittersweet, it's like muscadine wine and kerosene, and I don't care if it's killing me, can't stop chain-smoking, chain-smoking. . .
Chain-smoking!
Good
God, it's bittersweet, it's like cinnamon and nicotine, and I don't care if it's killing me, can't stop chain-smoking memories.
English translation
I remember Oklahoma, that Chesterfield sofa, back seat of your Nova, like it was yesterday.
Butterflies on a blue dress, cigarettes on a swing set, starting fires in my head with the same old flame.
Ooh, I light one up, I burn one down.
Ooh, I breathe you in, I breathe you out.
Good God, it's bittersweet, it's like cinnamon and nicotine, and I don't care if it's killing me, can't stop chain-smoking memories.
A pocket full of matches, smell of you on my jacket, missing you's a bad habit I just can't kick, I can't quit.
Ooh,
I light one up, I burn one down.
Ooh, I breathe you in, I breathe you out.
Good God, it's bittersweet, it's like cinnamon and nicotine, and I don't care if it's killing me, can't stop chain-smoking memories.
I say, good God, it's bittersweet, it's like muscadine wine and kerosene, and I don't care if it's killing me, can't stop chain-smoking, chain-smoking. . .
Chain-smoking!
Good
God, it's bittersweet, it's like cinnamon and nicotine, and I don't care if it's killing me, can't stop chain-smoking memories.