My heart has no pride standing here, good thing I can take the tears.
Sew you up as I'm tearing at the seams - it's so good, yeah, while it
lasts.
Go ahead and strike the match, burn me down, make ashes out of me, yeah.
Breathe you in, breathe you in like my first cigarette. Breathe you out, breathe you out, turning off the regret, don't worry, baby, 'cause it's all my fault.
Go ahead and strike the match, burn me down, make ashes out of me, yeah.
Breathe you in, breathe you in like my first cigarette. Breathe you out, breathe you out, turning off the regret, don't worry, baby, 'cause it's all my fault.
I know that you're no good for me, you make me weak as I can be. Bad habits; there is just no breaking free.
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