Staring at a cigarette
Burns until there's nothing left
See your eyes are flaming red
Pictures from when I was dead
Here I am a stupid man
Cast away the things I love
Tears are falling to the floor
To join a hundred thousand more
How was I supposed to know
That when I'd turn around you'd go
How was I supposed to know
How was I to know that I'd be wrong

In your hand a cigarette
Burns until there's nothing left
Saw your eyes they're flaming red
Begin to roll you roll your head
Here I am a stupid man lost
The only thing I love
Here the tears are falling down
Hear the water running on the ground

How was I supposed to know
That when I'd turn around you'd go
How was I supposed to know
How was I to know that I'd be wrong

How was I to know that I'd be wrong

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, WARP MUSIC LIMITED
Writer(s): ANTON A NEWCOMBE, MATTHEW MICHAEL HOLLYWOOD