New Addictions - Into It. Over It.

You were born with my fathers name which you borrowed until it broke

Port Richmond’s always had its hands on the drill

We took a shot of tequila, then went outside to share a smoke

«This country will kill us before this cigarette will»

We blessed these kinds of nights

We blessed our new addictions

Took a drag and blessed these kinds of nights

We blessed our new addictions

Then we said our goodbyes and you disappeared like a ghost

You said «love laughs at locksmiths» so I found a pen and wrote that down

This was a punch drunk nostalgia. What stopped you? What’s with this place?

There’s a million wayward folks in this town but everyone seems to begin again

Because if you’re not beginning then where the hell do you fit in

So, where the hell do you fit in?

I don’t think that we should live this low, but where else would we go?

I had no way of knowing this would be the last time I’d see you

I had no way of knowing what was hiding behind your eyes

Took a drag and blessed our new addictions

We blessed these kinds of nights

This country will kill us before this cigarette will…