Another round on me
Buying time buying company
Another shot another smoke
Another lie another joke
I drink a lot of whiskey
Smoke a lot of weed
Take what I want
And forget what I need
Call when I'm drunk
Cry in the car
When I hear that old song
That reminds me of where you are
I confide
In these vices of mine
Vices of mine
Spending time on my phone
Makes me feel even more alone
Is it the light on the screen
Or am I low down and blue
Jealous and green
I drink a lot of whiskey
Smoke a lot of weed
Take what I want
And forget what I need
Call when I'm drunk
And cry in the car
When I hear that old song
That reminds me of where you are
I confide
In these vices of mine
Vices of mine
May not be pretty
They may be cruel
They numb the pain
And make me feel cool
Im at war with myself
And the way I get by
I drink a lot of whiskey
Smoke a lot of weed
Take what I want
And forget what I need
Call when I'm drunk
And cry in the car
When I hear that old song
That reminds me of where you are
I confide
Oh I confide
In these vices of mine
Vices of mine
These vices of mine
Vices of mine