Nicotine

We can talk about the weather

You can tell me where you're from

If it makes you feel better

We both know what's goin' on

I'll make you think I think you're funny

And I'll touch your arm when I laugh

I'll be whatever you want me to be

Long as there's whiskey in my glass

And I'll press you to my lips

And I'll breathe you in

Cravin' any kind of fix

Anything but callin' him

Oh, and just when I think I can't get by

You're my nicotine in the nick of time

Please don't worry about my number

I probably wouldn't answer anyway

I've got all I needed

I'm sure you would agree this is just a quick, big flame

And I'll press you to my lips

And I'll breathe you in

Craving any kind of fix

Anything but callin' him

Oh, and just when I think I can't get by

You're my nicotine in the nick of

Time ain't always healin'

Right now, God, I'm needin'

A slow burn to get me through the night

So I'll press you to my lips

And I'll breathe you in

Cravin' any kind of fix

Anything but callin' him

Oh, and just when I think I can't get by

You're my nicotine in the nick of time

Oh, just when I think I can't get by

You're my nicotine in the nick of time