Lyrics
One off the bottom drowns out my problems
I'll be back here tomorrow
To hell with excuses, all those delusions
I'll sit here in my sorrow
But if you wanna come around (if you wanna come around)
I'll be on a barstool way down town
Pouring up another round (pouring up another round)
Laying your memory six-feet down (six-feet down)
Blowing smoke rings in the neon
A cup of beam I can lean on
I ain't felt a thing since I ain't been with her
Cigarettes and liquor make the best painkiller
Painkillers, pain, painkillers
Cigarettes and liquor make the best painkillers
Painkillers, pain, painkillers
Cigarettes and liquor make the best painkillers
I tried the pills and I tried the pew
And half killed myself getting over you
Danced with devil, he wasn't helpful
Ain't nothing he could do (damn)
Them Marlboro reds burnt a hole in my pocket
There's a top shelf calling all the shots, and
Since you ran out, I ran outta options
Guess I finally lost it
Blowing smoke rings in the neon
A cup of beam I can lean on
I ain't felt a thing since I ain't been with her
Cigarettes and liquor make the best painkillers
Painkillers, pain, painkillers
Cigarettes and liquor make the best painkillers
Painkillers, pain, painkillers
Cigarettes and liquor make the best painkillers
(Oh-whoa) I'm just tryna stay numb
(Oh-whoa) since you said we're done
(I'm blowing) blowing smoke rings in the neon
A cup of beam I can lean on
I ain't felt a thing since I ain't been with her
Cigarettes and liquor make the best painkillers
Painkillers, pain, painkillers
Cigarettes and liquor make the best painkillers
Painkillers, pain, painkillers
Cigarettes and liquor make the best painkillers
(Oh-whoa, oh-whoa, oh-whoa)
Cigarettes and liquor make the best painkillers
