Leave this place again with pockets full of regrets.
I'm not sure where the time went but I feel spent from chasing sunsets.
I watch the cigarette burn itself until it's dead.
Oh, maybe it knows something that I don't know. I'll never see.

Lately in my head I prayed for help to change my ways.
I'm scared to wake up old someday and find myself still alone.
Break this heart of mine and build it back into a star.
So I can see straight through the star.
I'm tired of walking blind.