I swear it was easier to breath,
with a cigarettes between my lips.
So now I'm chewing on my fingertips wondering,
were you expecting a chase from me?
I'm sorry I can hardly chase my dreams,
sometimes you can't force things.
I'm done with waiting and wasting
on people who can only say they care.
You always seem to forget,
all the times that I couldn't.
But you always seem to remember,
every time I'm out of favors.
I said I'm sorry,
I'm so sick of hearing my own apologies.
I've always taken responsibility,
that's the difference between you and me.
I'm living in a world where all it's faults are my own.
Maybe you left,
maybe I quit,
maybe I turned to a ghost.
Everyone's so perfect
when you're perfectly alone.