Silas Crowe - My List To Quit

I drink bottom-shelf bourbon Till my gums stop feelin’ pain. I smoke those cheap cigars That fog a whole goddamn room. I wake up on barstools With dust on my boots And somebody else’s jacket Hangin’ off my arm. But the only thing on my list to quit is you. I play cards with thieves Who’d rob their own mamas clean. I let bad ideas Drive me home in the dark. I crawl out of trouble Like a stray mean dog, Still smellin’ like the fight I shouldn’t have walked into. But the only thing on my list to quit is you. Yeah, the only thing on my list to quit, Is you. I’ve slept in back alleys Just to dodge another round. I’ve pissed off bartenders Who don’t forget faces. I’ve carried bruises From folks I barely remember, Stumblin’ through nights That should’ve ended hours before. But the only thing on my list to quit is you. I’ve chased women Whose names burned out in the morning. I’ve staggered through motels With carpets older than sin. I’ve made deals with devils That weren’t even the worst part, Kicked doors open Just to fall through ’em again. The only thing on my list to quit is you. Yeah, the only thing on my list to quit, Is you. My phone’s full of numbers I should’ve deleted years ago. My boots know roads I never meant to walk twice. My hands shake More from choices than the cold, And I’m damn tired Of starting over at the same fuckin’ place. But the only thing on my list to quit is you. Yeah, you’re the only thing, On my list to quit.