| It’s been three months, since I lit one up
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| But I needed something on my lips to get me through
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| I didn’t see this coming, when I let you go
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| I didn’t think it’d be this hard
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| Getting over you
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| If I was the one who called it quits
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| Why in the hell do I feel like this
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| If saying goodbye was for the best
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| Then tell me why am I such a goddamn mess
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| If I was the one who broke your heart
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| Why am I so torn apart
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| If I was the one who lit our love and let it burn
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| Why am I breathing in this secondhand hurt
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| If you hated me
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| Maybe then it wouldn’t cut so deep
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| Maybe then I’d get some sleep
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| Knowing you were dying, crying
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| Nobody told me how hard it is to be the breaker
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| I’ve always only been the broken, the left-alonesome but
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| They both just feel the same
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| If I was the one who called it quits
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| Why in the hell do I feel like this
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| If saying goodbye was for the best
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| Then tell me why am I such a goddamn mess
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| If I was the one who broke your heart
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| Why am I so torn apart
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| If I was the one who lit our love and let it burn
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| Why am I breathing in this secondhand hurt
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| If you were the fool
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| I probably would’ve stayed with you
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| Would’ve waited for you and me
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| Guess the joke’s on me
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| Cause I’m just left here wondering
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| If I was the one who called it quits
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| Why in the hell do I feel like this
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| If saying goodbye was for the best
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| Then tell me why am I such a goddamn mess
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| If I was the one who broke your heart
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| Why am I so torn apart
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| If I was the one who lit our love and let it burn
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| Why am I breathing in this secondhand hurt
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| This secondhand hurt |