I smoke your brand of cigarettes
And pray that you might give me a call
I lie around on bed all day just staring at the walls
Hanging round bars at night
Wishing I had never been born
And give myself to anyone who wants to take me home
So no, of course, we can’t be friends
Not while I still feel like this
I guess I always knew the score
This is where our story ends.
..it has been a while.
Now she’s gone
And I’m picking up the pieces
I watch you cry
But you don’t see that I’m the one by your side
‘Cause she’s gone
In her shadow is it me you see?
‘Cause all that’s left is you and I
And I’m picking up the pieces she left behind
Are we liars in denial?
Are we smoke without the fire?
Tell me please is this worth it?
I deserve it.