I’ve got these pains I keep in my chest With the smoke I keep breathing in Old habits I can’t quit Like trying to stop my heart, keep it from breaking I start it then I stop And I start up again
I’ve got these empty hands, Can’t hold on to nothing Strike a match and to my lips, Old habits I can’t quit Like my old parlour tricks, Trying to catch your attention We start and then we stop, And we won’t ever talk again
I’ve got secrets I couldn’t keep All the pretty girls want to take them from me