88 Fingers Louie Our Tired Vices
I'm drinking to calm the memories
Thinking of darkened revelries
I made decisions based on lust and now you've lost all trust Fair enough
Midnight, I'm dying to reach out
These changes feel stranger 5 years out
I know these sorries can't compare
I left my conscience there I left it bruised and bare Would you like to compare? So free up your demands
And take my heart into your hand You feel that? That's real Remember how I made you feel Free up what's real
The one thing that's real
She's moving on, she's moving on She's moving on, she's moving on Think back on our tired vices
We got along, just like fire and ice, kid
I'm moving on, moving on
I'm moving on, moving on
