I could use another cigarette but don't worry daddy, I'm not addicted yet. One too many drinks tonight and I miss you like you were mine. All your stormy words have barely broken and you sound like thunder though: You've barely spoken. Oh it looks like rain tonight and thank God 'cause a clear sky just wouldn't feel right.
He's taken and leaving but I keep believing that he's gonna come round soon. He will. I know. You may be my final match 'cause I chase everything when you play throw and I play catch. It never took much to keep me satisfied but all the bullshit you feed me; you miss me, you need me. This hungry heart will not subside
He's taken and leaving but I keep believing that he's gonna come round soon until I see him again. I'm staying believing that it won't be deceiving when he's gonna come round. Well I may seem naive if I cry as you leave. Like I'm just one more tortured heart. These cracks that I show as I'm watching you go aren't tearing me apart.
The angels said I'd smile today. Well who needs angels anyway?
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