smoke & a light

Late night, wide awake, laying here alone

One o'clock on the dot, when I called, and she ain't picking up the phone

A couple hours later, get a call from her saying that she'll be home in the morn'

Says she's staying with some friends for the night, 'nd she's alright

But drank way too much to drive home

I should've known better

Whoa-oh, I don't wanna be home tonight

Whoa-oh, anybody got a smoke and a light

Whoa-oh, don't you worry, don't stress that pretty head

I'll write some songs about whiskey, and cigarettes

And wishing I was dead

Now she's hot breathing on another man

Scheming about what she's gonna say to me

'Cause she knows I wanted more

But now her clothes are on the floor

And his hands are where my hands should be

And it's too late, or maybe it was fate

I should've seen it coming all along

Because a good girl, well, she can only be good until

All that's good is gone, yeah

Whoa-oh, I don't wanna be home tonight

Whoa-oh, anybody got a smoke and a light

Whoa-oh, don't you worry, don't stress that pretty head

I'll write some songs about whiskey, and cigarettes

And wishing I was dead