Used to the Blues

The cigarette don't hit me like it used to

I got used to the blues

The 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 my mind

Girl, are you 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, are you 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