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