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