Yeah her cigarettes are expired You don't have to call me a liar You don't have to call me at all Picking up those crumbs of innocence you left behind that night Now there's tears in your eyes and there's fear in my eyes baby Distracting yourself with those Marlboros I love how you look from your head to toes But I can't let you in if you won't fall in love And her cigarettes are expired You don't have to call me a liar You don't have to call me at all She threw herself into the fire I swear I'm not much of a crier Her teardrops and ash were her own pitfall But I don't want your empathy You're too good to me my girl Go and tell all your friends Put these roads to an end And I promise you you'll find another boy Ain't that a joy Yeah her cigarettes are expired You don't have to call me a liar You don't have to call me at all