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, readin' my mind?
I feel I might die
Being at my side
Chillin' at night
Tellin' me lies
Tellin' 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
Tellin’ me lies
Tellin' me truths
That's what I like about you
That's what I like about you