I stare at the screen door
But you don't walk in
It's Sunday I'm watching
That ceiling fan spin
The service is over
The hurting begins
Dear God I'm thinking bout smoking again
Well there's only one matchbook
In this empty house
'Neath the leg of the table
To level things out
I'm not sure what to do with my heart or my hands
I'm sitting here thinking bout smoking again
Before I go to bed
First thing when I wake
I keep fighting the urge to
Ignite an old flame
I'm scheming I'm dreaming
Of breathing you in
Like a habit I can't kick
Lord help me, I'm thinking of smoking again
Well I burned through my bible
Read every verse
I punched the clock early
And stayed late at work
I'm swearing off bourbon cause it ain't my friend
And I hate that I'm thinking bout smoking again
Before I go to bed
First thing when I wake
I keep fighting the urge to
Ignite an old flame
I'm scheming I'm dreaming
Of breathing you in
Like a habit I can't kick
Lord help me, I'm thinking of smoking again
Before I go to bed
First thing when I wake
I keep fighting the urge to
Ignite an old flame
Wish I could pull you
Close to my lips
Would it be a sin
If I had a slip
I'm scheming I'm dreaming
Of breathing you in
Like a habit I can't kick
Lord help me, I'm thinking of smoking again
Lord help me, I'm thinking of smoking again
Lord help me, I'm thinking of smoking again
