Used To The Blues

Used To The Blues Cigarette don't hit me like it used to I got used to the blues Cigarette don’t hit me like it used to I got used to the blues Karma gets a hall pass Evil finds a way in Come and turn the lights out Tell me what you're sayin' Tell me what you’re sayin' Say it all again in whispers I can't ever find It must be at the back of mind Girl, reading my mind? Feel I might die Being at my side Chillin' at night Telling me lies Telling me truths It's what I like about you Cigarette don't hit mе like it used to I got used to thе blues Cigarette don't hit me like you do I got used to the blues Hollow as a steel drum Kerosine to fill it Pocket full of matches Careful not to spill it Did it ever occur to you? Is it all just a blur? Girl, reading my mind? Feel I might die Being at my side Chillin' at night Telling me lies Telling me truths That’s what I like about you That’s what I like about you