Cameron Whitcomb - Quitter

I've spent so long Tryna to make right on my wrongs But I miss being stoned 'Cause it would make this easy If I give myself an inch Hell I might take the mile And she can't take my calls when I'm too drunk to dial

I'd love to sugar coat this De-thorn all my roses But she caught me at my lowest

The hardest part of getting clean are all the damn apologies Paying tolls on bridges that I've burnt I've been afraid of growing up 'cause that would mean to sober up But stoned and drunk don't mix with loving her Does that make me a quitter? Does that make me a quitter?

Lonely as I may be I'd rather that she hate me For who I am and not the man whose hands were shaky I finally seen a sunrise And I could not believe it Curtains open wishing she was here to see it

And I thought that I could handle Both ends of that candle But I'm throwing in the towel

The hardest part of getting clean are all the damn apologies Paying tolls on bridges that I've burnt I've been afraid of growing up 'cause that would mean to sober up But stoned and drunk don't mix with loving her Does that make me a quitter? Does that make me a quitter?

The hardest part of getting clean are all the damn philosophies Telling me how this is 'supposed to work I've been afraid of growing up and losing friends I used to trust But stoned and drunk don't mix with loving her Does that make me a quitter? Does that make me a quitter? Does that make me a quitter? Does that make me a quitter? Does that make me a quitter?