I could use another cigarette.
But don't worry daddy, I'm not addicted yet.
One too many drinks tonight and I miss you,
Like you were mine
Your stormy words have barely broken
And you sound like thunder though you've barely spoken
Oh, it looks like rain tonight and thank God,
Cause a clear sky just wouldn't feel right.
He's taken and leaving but I keep believing
He's gonna come round soon
Till I see him again I'm staying believing
That it won't be deceiving when he's gonna come round soon.
You may be my final match.
'Cause I chase everything when you play throw and I play catch
It never took much to keep me satisfied
But all this bullshit you feed me you miss me you need me
This hungry heart will not subside
Well I may seem naive if I cry as you leave like I'm just one more tortured heart
But baby don't be fooled.
Cause these cracks that I show as I'm watching you go aren't tearing me apart
And I know I'll see you soon
The angels said I'd smile today. Aw well who needs angels anyway?
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