Our Tired Vices - 88 Fingers Louie

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