I spend my time alone, aimlessly wandering around
Observing the trees, and the way clouds move through the sky without glancing back.
I spend my nights surrounded by darkness
Except for the remaining embers of a lit cigarette, my cigarette.
I've never quite understood
Why what I find comfort in, always tares me apart.
All I know is I let you effortlessly break me above all things,
And I knew deep down you couldn't be trusted
But I guess it's the thrill of being broken that keeps me coming back.