Cut Off

It's automatic, when I lose control I feel bad about it, on my way home I'm bumming a smoke, while I'm waiting on you How would have I ever known What you've been putting me through? You got me running with my head cut off Radio static, between me and you I'm no good at it, I ain't got a clue I'm bumming a smoke, ain't nothing better than the truth There's no way I could have known What you've been putting me through You got me running with my head cut off What am I putting you through? What am I putting you through? What am I putting you through? What am I putting you through?