Laundry And Jetlag

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