cigarette holes

Bottom of the steps
Bottle on my chest
All my friends are gone
Here I go again
Broken and bent
Barely moving on

I'm self destructing I know that it's hopeless
But I'm hoping that you come around
Ya I'm acting stupid and it's probably useless
But at least you'll see me falling down

Cigarette holes in my sweater
I'm not gettin any better without you
Cigarette holes in my sweater
I'm not gettin any better without you

Strike a match for the past
Pour on the gas
Let the ashes loose
But I keep going back
To the blood on the tracks
Don't know what else to do

So I'm self loathing on a burnt out sofa
Hoping that you'll notice how I've changed
It feels so twisted thinking that you'd listen
When we both know you should walk away

Cigarette holes in my sweater
I'm not gettin any better without you
Cigarette holes in my sweater
I'm not gettin any better without you

I'm not gettin any better
I'm not gettin any better without you
I'm not gettin any better
I'm not gettin any better without you

Cigarette holes in my sweater
I'm not gettin any better without you
Cigarette holes in my sweater
I'm not gettin any better without you



Credits
Writer(s): Mark A. Jackson, Ian Brendon Scott, Peter Anthony Raffoul
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