(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