marlboro man

i remember thinking the marlboro man could be the man of my dreams, his dirty boots strung all across my living room, a real life hero should come and rescue me, from a tin roof in a one horse town where i couldn't tell if anything else existed, i was trapped and he got out of every scrap that he got into, and i was over here missing it, you wouldn't believe all the things i told, i told myself, it seemed like the only way to cope, but it never really helped, and all these bars are full of strangers lives, like they came right out of a song, and i've let a few put their boots beneath my bed, i never let em' stay there long, just when nights are kinda cold and i don't know that i can handle feeling like that again, so i reach for the comfort of someone so unfamiliar across my skin, you wouldn't believe all the things i did to myself, just searching for something i couldn't resist, it never really helped, show me a tall dark stranger and i, i show you a liar, hand me the world on a string and i, i'll set it on fire, you wouldn't believe all the things i saw behind those curtains, you wouldn't believe all the things i drank to keep it from hurting, you wouldn't believe all the hearts i left broken and scattered, you wouldn't believe the price you'll pay for happy ever after, you wouldn't believe all the things i told myself, i saw myself, i showed myself, mmm. i just remember thinking the marlboro man could be the man of my dreams