I gave up smoking when I was coughing up blood
And when I felt better again I took it straight back up
Making and breaking, new habits forming
Not all propensities come with a warning
Like you

I'm letting you talk and you're letting me down
Should've got used to excuses by now
They get a good show, you get a day job
I need to find and believe in a better God
Than you

Washing my clothes as soon as I'm home
Ridding myself of the dirt from the road
Losing the smell of the smoke and the bars
Stains go away but I'm left with the scars
Of you
Of you