| Had my first smoke in 4 years today
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| I wasn’t thinking about my voice
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| Or the things that my poor mother would say if she found out that I made this
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| choice
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| I was thinking about your face
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| And the look of disappointment
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| That you would surely cast my way if you caught wind of the sails I’ve hoisted
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| I float away, path curling like the smoke off my tongue
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| Still hurt emotions closed tight like my lungs
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| I know I said I’d never write about you again
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| But a promise ain’t a promise if we both have never held up our end
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| No, a promise ain’t a promise if we both have never held up our end
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| Twelve-packs and cigarettes
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| I guess they never help
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| Think I have some kind of penchant for things detrimental to my health
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| I wish that things were different, I just wish we were still friends
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| 'Cause if there’s one thing I know, this just all goes to show that a promise
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| ain’t a promise if we both have never held up our end
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| I never should’ve went to that bar
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| I wish I never noticed your car
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| I shouldn’t have waited, I should’ve just left
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| Now I’m outside my house with a new cigarette to smoke again
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| Why couldn’t I ignore your glowing skin and smile?
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| Why’d I let you grab my hand and lead me in?
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| I made a promise to myself to never let this win
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| But a promise ain’t a promise if I can’t hold together both ends
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| No, a promise ain’t a promise if I can’t hold together both ends
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| No, a promise ain’t a promise if I can’t hold together both ends
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| I smoked my first pack in 4 years today
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| I mean, I guess it didn’t really help
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| I think I have some kind of penchant for things detrimental to my health
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| I guess I’m smoking again |