I've got these pains I keep in my chest With the smoke I keep breathing in. Old habits I can't quit. Like trying to stop my heart, Keep it from beating. I start then I stop And I start up again. I've got these empty hands, Can't hold on to nothing. Strike a match and to my lips, Old habits I can't quit. Like my old parlour tricks Trying to catch your attention. We start and then we stop, And we won't ever talk again. I've got secrets I couldn't keep And all the pretty girls Want to take them from me. I've got secrets I couldn't keep And all the pretty girls Want to take them from me. . . . We start and then we stop, We start and then we stop, We start and then we stop, We start and then we stop, We start and then we stop, We start and then we stop, And we won't ever talk again.