Cutting Strings

I trade my sleep for cigarettes, and long drives through the night


I'll let you know if it was worth it when you say goodbye


I know you'll call it off, just hope you didn't wait too long


Maybe I'm not what you expected, maybe I was wrong


I should've seen the signs, could I change your mind?


If my actions speak louder, why do I hear silence every time?


If it's you pulling my strings, I really don't mind


Just wish you'd let me know, are we wasting our time?


She pulled my strings until she had no use for me


Then cut them clean, so no one else could take her place