Break Up

I got tired of trying
to get you to stop
smoking every break even our lunch
you got tired of me taking your keys
you got tired of me taking your lighter
you don't even care
that i pushed so many people away
to be with you
to make sure you're OK
your actions gave me a hint
maybe I'm not enough
well i know you'll come back
we both just gave up and said *break up*
i went my ways
you're prob ally stuck on the road
lets think for a second
me or the cigarette calling you're mind
well next week or even tomorrow
ill see what you pick
maybe we will start over
maybe you'll continue to breathe it in
but remember this
when i find the guy or the girl for my life
remember that i cared
but now life's made its own road
where i will be in there arms
and you'll be walking in the halls