Paint on the walls and smoke on my collars
Rings on my friends left hands,
Darker the days understanding the ways that I left town to hurt your feelings
Oh I don't really know you anymore
Telephone calls,
Bills in my wallet,
Rings on friends left hands
Whiskey in glasses, poured out in ounces
While I was praying for clouds
Well I don't really know you anymore
Shirts holding moles,
Dirty clothes for laundry,
Rings on my friends left hands
Money for gas,
Cigarettes for my cash and receipts in my glove box too
Oh I, I don't really know you anymore
Oh I don't really know you anymore
