Pack of Smokes

What goes up must come down

One arm up, about to drown

I knew that you were getting restless

I need you now

I'm half drown and gasping

I have to learn what to do on my own now

(Showed me love, doesn't stand a chance. It's not worth trying

Don't know how, I can trust again. You're always lying)

When I get it right I'll write you a postcard