People think i'm such a mess

It doesn't make any sense

'Cause i don't see

That me



I am just a fragment

Of my imagination

And what i see

Is what i see



I've got this thing with

God and cigarettes

Making promises, making promises

Making promises



People make me think of me

As something i don't wanna be

But i can't

I can't be that



Then they say i feel too much

You're like a wine you shouldn't touch

But i don't see

The problem



I've got this thing with

God and cigarettes

Making promises

Making promises



I don't believe those

Bunch of broken hearts

Give it up, give it up

Making promises, making promises