cigarette holes

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

Yeah, 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 getting any better without you

Cigarette holes in my sweater

I'm not getting 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 getting any better without you

Cigarette holes in my sweater

I'm not getting any better without you

I'm not getting any better

I'm not getting any better without you

I'm not getting any better

I'm not getting any better without you

Cigarette holes in my sweater

I'm not getting any better without you

Cigarette holes in my sweater

I'm not getting any better without you