He said son turn it down is it ten that's a bad i disbelieve
And the words just sad stroke through the crowd and the Smoke they gave you twenty three

Breath made in heartache 
And i barely was drawn in
Cause i made up my misses 
And you'll always be the man who breaks things

Since when does the soul of the song 
Does the cracks in the walls
Then build a sadder world?
Do they make dirty friends
Do they take a glimpse [bad word] and soften her

Breath paid in heartache 
And i barely was drawn in
Cause i made up my misses 
And you'll always be the man who breaks things