A couple whiskeys and cigarettes
I 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 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