(Trey Bruce)
I held in to that last cigarette
Like it was some kind of life line
Rolled it back and forth between my fingers
Let it hang from my lips like a kiss that lingers
I guess all my favorite habits die hard
And your love is no exception
It hangs by a thread from a window in my heart
I let it lay there lifeless like a pillow in my arms,cause...
I've never been good at letting go
Never walked away from anything that I thought I could hold
All I've let slip through my hands
I left scratches on
Cause I've never been good at letting go
When I was a kid all the birds with broken wings
Seemed to find their way to my house
And I could feed'em through a straw
Or patch'em up with a sling
My dad had to be the one to set them free,cause...
I've never been good at letting go
Never walked away from anything that I thought I could hold
All I've let slip through my hands
I left scratches on
Cause I've never been good at letting go
That's how it was when I turned you loose
Your love caught freedom's wind
Away you flew
I've never been good at letting go
Never walked away from anything that I thought I could hold
All I've let slip through my hands
I left scratches on
Cause I've never been good at letting go
All I've let slip through my hands
I've left scratches on
I've never been good at letting go
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