I’ve got these pains I keep in my chest
With the smoke I keep breathing in
Old habits I can’t quit
Like trying to stop my heart, keep it from breaking
I start it then I stop
And I start up again
I’ve got these empty hands,
Can’t hold on to nothing
Strike a match and to my lips,
Old habits I can’t quit
Like my old parlour tricks,
Trying to catch your attention
We start and then we stop,
And we won’t ever talk again
I’ve got secrets I couldn’t keep
All the pretty girls want to take them from me