Emily, come backnHe's like nicotine from a patchnIt's no cure at allnYou stop and stallnLet's debate the truthnOf why he's waking up with younJust a spiteful takenOn my mistakennI, I wish I let you knownI never told enoughnRecollect the sinnWith your saddest violinnAll your melodies can't tell me why you neednNicotine