Now That’s What I Call a (Re)Lapse in Judgement

Dreams longs, a whistle cries through the night
Rusty tracks echoing of the tales of plight
Fentanyl flask in a tattered coat
This fleeting buzz ain't the antidote
Downtown shadows where the streetlights fade
Dreams crumble like ruins we made
Each barstool confides the lost and found
In every shot glass, our ghosts about

I'm indulging all my habits
But these cigarettes won't do
These lips and hips are lonely without you

The jukebox hums our familiar woes
Spinning all together where the long winds blow
Empty bottles pile beneath the glow
Whispering secretes only we would know

I'm indulging all my habits
But these cigarettes won't do
These lips and hips are lonely without you

Cobrins fight through this paper-thin soul
Nights grow longer with no love to show
Harsh lights flicker in a room deprived
But here with your absence I'm barely alive

I'm indulging all my habits
But these cigarettes wont do
These lips and hips are lonely without you
(These lips and hips are lonely)
I'm indulging all my habits
But these cigarettes wont do
These lips and hips are lonely without you