Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Mark A. Jackson, Ian Brendon Scott, Peter Anthony Raffoul Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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