Used To The Blues Lyrics
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
That’s what I like about you
Cigarette don’t hit me like it used to
I got used to the 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
