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 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, ooh
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
Telling me lies, telling me truths
That's what I like about you
That's what I like about you