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Sir sparks up another As the ash falls down, you crumble to your knees Clench your glass, the rouge decor Come back from begging and broke it more Soul destroyer Crippled wings A crisis almost lost to everything But most of all Did you really need me? Were we just a passing phase? Like cigarettes in movie scenes It’s too much for me Keep your eyes on me Concrete in ceilings Clothes hang from our broken frame We split our nerves between our words You took this from me Shе never looked thе same But most of all Did you really need me? Were we just a passing phase? Like cigarettes in movie scenes In cheap motels On beds of lies and broken dreams Took a perfect picture moment Traded it for quick flings Cover every surface as failure stares back But most of all These words you said to me In cheap motels and broken dreams But most of all (but most of all) Did you really need me? Were we just a passing phase? Like cigarettes in movie scenes