Back in This Cigarette - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

It's 2AM in my new home

This motel room

An ashtray full of lucky strikes

A half spent case of warm Bud Lite

Countin' regrets

Fightin' back tears

Retracin' steps

Gettin' nowhere

Callin' your name, it's a waste of my breath

There's no reachin' you across this cold and empty bed

Stirrin' up ashes, tryin' to find passion where there's no love left

It's like tryin' to put smoke back in this cigarette

Come sunrise, guess I'll check out

And ditch this town

Put a few more miles between us

And keep drivin' 'til I finally mend this broken trust

Hangin' my hopes

On highway signs

If I lie here

I'll lose my mind

Callin' your name, it's a waste of my breath

There's no reachin' you across this cold and empty bed

Stirrin' up ashes, tryin' to find passion where there's no love left

It's like tryin' to put smoke back in this cigarette

I may never know

Your reasons why

But someday I'm gonna see the good

In your goodbye

Callin' your name, it's a waste of my breath

There's no reachin' you across this empty bed

Stirrin' up ashes, tryin' to find passion where there's no love left

It's like tryin' to put smoke back in this cigarette