Nicotine

We're afflicted with bad dreams We're addicted to nicotine And the wide open spaces And the pain that comes from loving you so much Count the hours that follow Come tonight or tomorrow We will be gone it's a sure thing Oh, the road is a pure thing and a crutch It's not a good time for me Can't you see that now? Oh, the outside is shaking Oh, the insides are breaking And we drink till we fall apart But we're all fucked from the start anyway It's not a good time for me Can't you see that now?