And I feel the color draining from my face

And my friend said

I know you love her, but it's over, mate

It doesn't matter, put the phone away

It's never easy to walk away, let her go

It'll be alright

I look up from the ground to see your sad and teary eyes you look away from me

And I see there's something you're trying to hide

And I reach for your hand but it's cold, you pull away again

And I wonder what's on your mind

And then you say to me you made a dumb mistake

You start to tremble and your voice begins to break

You say the cigarettes on the counter weren't your friend's they were my mate's

And I feel the color draining from my face