Don't know why I'm here again
These kind of places do me in
All the habits I thought I kicked
But there's nothing like a Friday night
A little smoke getting in my eyes
Neon-blue and Marlboro-red
I'm strong enough to give it up
Until it hits my lips
There's that flame again
That was always lit
Why we gotta miss
The things we quit
Well, I gave up drinking yesterday
At six o'clock, again at eight
And two or three more times before dawn
As far as that old wagon goes
Someone needs to pave the road
It's hard as hell to stay on
I'm strong enough to give it up
Until it hits my lips
And there's that flame again
That was always lit
Why we gotta miss
The things we quit
Nothing like a little lonesome
To get you jonesin'
For a little strong something
To get you through the night
Thought our "on again" was "off again"
'Til the second she came walking in
Oughta have a warning label on that dress
With her eyes kryptonite-green
No matter what she's asking me
The answer is always "yes"
I'm strong enough to give it up
Until it hits my lips
There's that flame again
That was always lit
Why we gotta miss
The things we quit