Vices of Mine

Another round on me Buying time buying company Another shot another smoke Another lie another joke I drink a lot of whiskey Smoke a lot of weed Take what I want And forget what I need Call when I'm drunk Cry in the car When I hear that old song That reminds me of where you are I confide In these vices of mine Vices of mine Spending time on my phone Makes me feel even more alone Is it the light on the screen Or am I low down and blue Jealous and green I drink a lot of whiskey Smoke a lot of weed Take what I want And forget what I need Call when I'm drunk And cry in the car When I hear that old song That reminds me of where you are I confide In these vices of mine Vices of mine May not be pretty They may be cruel They numb the pain And make me feel cool Im at war with myself And the way I get by I drink a lot of whiskey Smoke a lot of weed Take what I want And forget what I need Call when I'm drunk And cry in the car When I hear that old song That reminds me of where you are I confide Oh I confide In these vices of mine Vices of mine These vices of mine Vices of mine