Into It. Over It. New Addictions
You were born with my fathers name which you borrowed until it broke
Port Richmond's always had its hands on the drill
We took a shot of tequila, then went outside to share a smoke
"This country will kill us before this cigarette will"
We blessed these kinds of nights
We blessed our new addictions
Took a drag and blessed these kinds of nights
We blessed our new addictions
Then we said our goodbyes and you disappeared like a ghost
You said "love laughs at locksmiths" so I found a pеn and wrote that down
This was a punch drunk nostalgia. What stopped you? What's with this place?
Thеre's a million wayward folks in this town but everyone seems to begin again
Because if you're not beginning then where the hell do you fit in
So, where the hell do you fit in?
I don't think that we should live this low, but where else would we go?
I had no way of knowing this would be the last time I'd see you
I had no way of knowing what was hiding behind your eyes
Took a drag and blessed our new addictions
We blessed these kinds of nights
This country will kill us before this cigarette will