Текст Kalie Shorr – Vices

I started drinking whiskey straight to look cool
But now it’s all that gets me drunk
I used to bum a smoke when I was drinking
Now I keep a pack and smoke ’em whenever I want

I stopped listening to the little voice inside my head
The angel fell right off my shoulder, and the devil’s paying rent
Maker’s is my therapist, my best friend’s a cigarette
I’ve been taking advice from my vices

I keep waking up next to my ex
Because he knows my body
And his new girlfriend, well she doesn’t know
Hell, I wish I was sorry
I’ve been in the back of too many cabs
Coming home at 4am
Kissing goodbye to someone, I know I’ll never see again

I stopped listening to the little voice inside my head
The angel fell right off my shoulder, and the devil’s paying rent
Maker’s is my therapist, my best friend’s a cigarette
I’ve been taking advice from my vices

I owe one to Jim Beam, cause I don’t remember my dreams
And my American Spirits for spending 5 minutes with me
Here’s to that blue-eyed escape, I kissed in LA
I’ll never forget it like I forgot his name

I stopped listening to the little voice inside my head
The angel fell right off my shoulder, and the devil’s paying rent
And Maker’s is my therapist, my best friend’s a cigarette
I’ve been taking advice from my vices