Laundry and Jet Lag

I gave up smoking when I was coughing up blood
And when I felt better again I took it straight back up
Aching and breaking new habits for me
Not all propensities come with a warning, like you
I’m letting you talk and you’re letting me down
Should have got used to excuses by now
They get a good show, you get a day job
I need to find and believe in a better God, than you
Than you
Washing my clothes as soon as I’m home
Ridding myself of the dirt from your room
Losing the smell of the smoke in the bars
Stains go away but I’m left with the scars, of you
Of you