Them Things

Fingers still burnt from that last cigarette

Childhood homes and lengthy regrets

You hold on just a little too long

And I ain't one to talk

But I seldom smoke but I still cough we’ve all got

something we're holding on

Oh whoa oh woah

Them things will kill ya

Them things will kill ya

Oh whoa oh woo

I’ve been huffin and puffin

Blowing smoke all over town

Meanwhile secretly stuffing you under my pillow

Keeping you around

And if I’m ever going to breath easy again

I’m gonna have to let you go

Contentment's a Hard thing to lose

I was satisfied until I met you

It’s so hard

Faking a smile

And I ain't one to talk

But I seldom smoke but I still cough we’ve all got

something we're holding on

Oh whoa oh woah

Them things will kill ya

Them things will kill ya

Oh whoa oh woo

I’ve been huffin and puffin

Blowing smoke all over town

Meanwhile secretly stuffing you under my pillow

Keeping you around

And if I’m ever going to breath easy again

I’m gonna have to let you go

How come we don’t talk but you’re still so loud?

How come I still see your face in a crowd?

How come I let you go and you come right back?

Guess that’s what love really is

Guess that’s what love really is

Them things will kill ya