I can’t ******* breathe
From your cigarette smoke
and these awful feelings
I bite down on my lips
Peeling the skin out of nervousness
Driving home alone
Watery eyes staring through a rainy window

So tell me if you can
Help me try and understand you
How you’re a man of many masks
what is really going on below
because I’d die just to feel what you know

But maybe through the saline
Will bring a revelation pristine
And I’ll accept what’s best for me
because in reality
you only care about yourself babe

and I know you’ll try to come back
but you used up all your selling tactics
And backhanded compliments
And you end up sitting around and feeling sorry
Drunkenly
You cordially invited everyone to your pity party
and now you say you’re going insane
And I’d bet
There's already another girl at your hip
Right now you’re talking to your cigarette
And I know you’re type
And I know you’re saying
“But babe, I can’t help it
I’m an artist”