First Bouquet - So Used To Her Lyrics

Memories of water flowing like a river
Memories of watching clouds go by
Memories of smokey rooms in winter
Memories of watching storms at night
Thought's of drinking rum with the sunrise
Thought's of hitting the bar to get blind
Thought's to chain smoke all my cigarettes
Till the pack is done
I shouldn't have gotten so used to her
Now I'm feeling the fire burn
Memories of driving round with a passenger
Memories of barely seeing the lines
Memories of dreaming while I steer
Memories of loosing touch with time
Thought's of giving myself a chance
Thought's of washing it all away
Thought's of latching onto someone
That can keep me in my lane
I shouldn't have gotten so used to her
Now I'm feeling the fire burn
I shouldn't have gotten so used to her
Now I'm feeling the fire burn