Tonight, I’m smoking cigarettes by the pound.
You managed, managed to put me down.
I thought we were better than you perpetrated to be.
Now I know you were using just using me.
Using me by the pound.
Hurting my heart, yes, you did clown.
Why do you insist on turning my world upside down?
Now I’m drinking by the pound, with my head hung down.
My heart is so ruptured by the taunting way’s I allow to continue.
Falling tears by the pound and I still love you.