Southern Comforting

She pulls her socks up to her knees
Almost smiles and says to me:
"I don't regret it if you don't regret it"
We'll find the perfect patch of sun
She'll breathe the fire out of her lungs
And I don't regret it if you don't regret it

I know we had our second chance
I heard we blew our third and fourth
She got another boy itching
To keep her little voice that hoarse
She says Maker's Mark
Is mothers milk isn't it?
And your feelings are only coincidence

She pulls her socks up to her knees
Almost smiles and says to me:
"I don't regret it if you don't regret it"
We'll find the perfect patch of sun
She'll breathe the fire out of her lungs
And I don't regret it if you don't regret it

The liquor habit fills the liquor cabinet
But we still blame our folks
And those hipster bastards
With their Goddamn catchphrases
Well I don't get the joke then they say
"Southern Comfort's comforting isn't it?
When your feelings ain't feeling magnificent...

She pulls her socks up to her knees
Almost smiles and says to me:
"I don't regret it if you don't regret it"
We'll find the perfect patch of sun
And she'll breathe the fire out of her lungs
And I don't regret it and you don't regret it
And I'll start forgetting the moment it sets in you're gone



Credits
Writer(s): Oliver Elliott Mann, Christopher Mcclelland, Charlie Kerr, Serl Graham
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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