Smoking outside your room,
Yeah I'm not through.
Loving you got me blue,
And broke me too.
If you cut me in half,
That's how I ended up.
This is the way we love,
You made me hate me to.
Smoking outside your room,
Yeah I'm not through.
I feel my body one piece after another less,
Like the salt in the wound,
And I broke too.
And I broke too.
And I broke too.