Small Odds & Smoking

I hope I die before the time comes

When all I remember is when we held the world in our palms

When we'd get drunk on Friday nights

And drive your car back to your house

Well I'm sorry I'm not always quite there

Do you remember when some girl called Carly

Held the door open for me once?

I'm still hung up on that

'Cause she took the beating out of my heart

Like all the others, like all the others

And there's a hole in my chest

And I can't, I can't quite fill it

No, I can't quite fill it

Well, that's me, all over again

I chew myself up, get up again

And still leave my laces untied

And I'm addicted to the feeling

Of small hearts and smoking

Just to try to pick myself up again

But I let myself down

And I let myself down

You ask me why I do this to myself nightly

I say it's 'cause I thought she was a light

At the end of the tunnel

Turns out she was just another train

Followed by more concrete

Followed by more concrete

She's stuck in her ways

Well fuck a broken heart

I've got a broken brain

She took the beating out of my heart

Like all the others, like all the others

And there's a hole in my chest

And I can't, I can't quite fill it

No, I can't quite fill it

Well, that's me, all over again

I chew myself up, get up again

And still leave my laces untied

And I'm addicted to the feeling

Of small hearts and smoking

Just to try to pick myself up again

But I let myself down

No I'm not stoned, I'm just a little fucked up

My body rejects me like a drug

And I, I can't say I blame it

And I can't say I framed it

I spent the winter writing songs about getting better

To be honest I think it's working out

I think it's working out

And she took the beating out of my heart

Like all the others, like all the others

And there's a hole in my chest

And I can't, I can't quite fill it

No, I can't quite fill it

Well, that's me, all over again

I chew myself up, get up again

And still leave my laces untied

And I'm addicted to the feeling

Of small hearts and smoking

Just to try to pick myself up again

And I'm addicted to the feeling

Of small hearts and smoking

Just to try to pick myself up again

But I let myself down