Two cigarettes in an empty chair where you sat I'm not like that, I'm not like that Two bottlenecks, errant bombs will attack When we go back, when we go back It happened long ago Somewhere I let go Of all the love that you gave me And I'm sure you've had enough Of me acting tough Later I know you'll be taking her place Two heart attacks, an empty soul where I'm at I can't go back, I can't go back Two autographs, later on in the sack I've got the knack, I've got the knack