A couple whiskeys and cigarettes
I've got a few things to get up off my chest
I've been knee deep in my regrets, I'm missing home
And if I go back I might not like
Where my head's at every night
I feel a semblance of where I'd like to go
A couple whiskeys and cigarettes
I've got a few things to get up off my chest
I've been knee deep in my regrets, I'm missing home
One, two, three, four
If I go back I might not like (might not like)
Where my head's at every night (every night)
I feel a semblance of where I'd like to go (where I'd like to go, yeah)
