Vices

I started drinking whiskey straight to look cool
But now it’s all that gets me drunk
I used to bum a smoke when I was drinking
Now I keep a pack and smoke 'em whenever I want
And now I don’t even notice when I get a hangover
'Cause I’m never sober long enough
I’ll probably do it twice if I try it once
I stopped listening to the little voice inside my head
The angel fell right off my shoulder and the devil’s payin' rent
Maker’s is my therapist, my best friend’s a cigarette
I’ve been taking advice from my vices
I keep waking up next to my ex
Because he knows my body
And his new girlfriend, well she doesn’t know
And hell, I wish I was sorry
I’ve been in the back of too many cabs
Coming home at four a. m
Kissing goodbye to someone
I know I’ll never see again
I stopped listening to the little voice inside my head
The angel fell right off my shoulder and the devil’s payin' rent
Maker’s is my therapist, my best friend’s a cigarette
I’ve been taking advice from my vices
I owe one to Jim Beam
'Cause I don’t remember my dreams
And my American Spirits
For spending five minutes with me
Here’s to that blue-eyed escape I kissed in LA
I’ll never forget it like I forgot his name
I stopped listening to the little voice inside my head
The angel fell right off my shoulder and the devil’s payin' rent
Maker’s is my therapist, my best friend’s a cigarette
I’ve been taking advice from my vices, my vices