Back in This Cigarette
It's two A.M. in my new home this motel room
An ash tray full of lucky strikes
A half spent case of warm Bud Lite
Counting regrets, fighting back tears
Retracing steps, getting nowhere
Callin' your name it's a waste of my breath
There's no reachin' you across this cold and empty bed
Stirrin' up ashes, tryin' to find passion
Where there's no love left
It's like tryin to put smoke back in this cigarette
Come sunrise guess I'll check out and ditch this town
Put a few more miles between us
And keep drivin' till I finally mend this broken trust
Hangin' my hopes on highway signs
If I lie here I'll lose my mind
Callin' your name it's a waste of my breath
There's no reachin' you across this cold and empty bed
Stirrin' up ashes, tryin' to find passion
Where there's no love left
It's like tryin to put smoke back in this cigarette
I may never know your reasons why
Someday I'm gonna see the good
And your goodbye
Callin' your name it's a waste of my breath
There's no reachin' you across this cold and empty bed
Stirrin' up ashes, tryin' to find passion
Where there's no love left
It's like tryin to put smoke back in this cigarette
An ash tray full of lucky strikes
A half spent case of warm Bud Lite
Counting regrets, fighting back tears
Retracing steps, getting nowhere
Callin' your name it's a waste of my breath
There's no reachin' you across this cold and empty bed
Stirrin' up ashes, tryin' to find passion
Where there's no love left
It's like tryin to put smoke back in this cigarette
Come sunrise guess I'll check out and ditch this town
Put a few more miles between us
And keep drivin' till I finally mend this broken trust
Hangin' my hopes on highway signs
If I lie here I'll lose my mind
Callin' your name it's a waste of my breath
There's no reachin' you across this cold and empty bed
Stirrin' up ashes, tryin' to find passion
Where there's no love left
It's like tryin to put smoke back in this cigarette
I may never know your reasons why
Someday I'm gonna see the good
And your goodbye
Callin' your name it's a waste of my breath
There's no reachin' you across this cold and empty bed
Stirrin' up ashes, tryin' to find passion
Where there's no love left
It's like tryin to put smoke back in this cigarette
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Writer(s): Michael Mobley
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