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