(Trey Bruce)

I held in to that last cigarette

Like it was some kind of life line

Rolled it back and forth between my fingers

Let it hang from my lips like a kiss that lingers

I guess all my favorite habits die hard

And your love is no exception

It hangs by a thread from a window in my heart

I let it lay there lifeless like a pillow in my arms,cause...

I've never been good at letting go

Never walked away from anything that I thought I could hold

All I've let slip through my hands

I left scratches on

Cause I've never been good at letting go

When I was a kid all the birds with broken wings

Seemed to find their way to my house

And I could feed'em through a straw

Or patch'em up with a sling

My dad had to be the one to set them free,cause...

I've never been good at letting go

Never walked away from anything that I thought I could hold

All I've let slip through my hands

I left scratches on

Cause I've never been good at letting go

That's how it was when I turned you loose

Your love caught freedom's wind

Away you flew

I've never been good at letting go

Never walked away from anything that I thought I could hold

All I've let slip through my hands

I left scratches on

Cause I've never been good at letting go

All I've let slip through my hands

I've left scratches on

I've never been good at letting go