Same song, same drink
And the same old ways
That keep you hanging on so low
You kept your ashtray by the bed
For the tears and smiles you had
But now you're doing fine
I'm so sick and tired of counting the days
That keep me smoking, keep me feeling the same
I'm so fucked, got my head in the clouds
Cause I've been moving to this beat for so long
Hey little lady
Come on and break me
Come on and break me
Some things went down
Not so easily now
So you call it a day
Again and again
Hanging on the same old thirty-five
Of her in the summer time
And now you're doing fine
Hey little lady
Come on and break me
Come on and break me
I'm so sick and tired of counting the days
That keep me smoking, keep me feeling the same
I'm so fucked, got my head in the clouds
Cause I've been moving to this beat for so long
Hey little lady
Come on and break me
Come on and break me
Come on and break me
Hey little lady
Come on and break me
Hey little lady
