She pulls her socks up to her knees, almost smiles and says to me: "I don't regret it if you don't regret it"
We'll find the perfect patch of sun and she'll breathe the fire out of her lungs and I don't regret it if you don't regret it.
I know we had our second chance and I heard we blew our third and fourth
She's got another boy itching to keep her little voice that hoarse.
She says maker's mark is mother's milk isn't it?
and your feelings are only coincidence
She pulls her socks up to her knees, almost smiles and says to me: "I don't regret it if you don't regret it"
We'll find the perfect patch of sun and she'll breathe the fire out of her lungs and I don't regret it if you don't regret it.
The liquor habit fills the liquor cabinet but we still blame our folks
And those hipster bastards with their Goddamn catchphrases well I don't get the joke when they say
"Southern comfort's comforting isn't it?
When your feelings aren't feeling magnificent...
She pulls her socks up to her knees, almost smiles and says to me: "I don't regret it if you don't regret it"
We'll find the perfect patch of sun and she'll breathe the fire out of her lungs. And I don't regret it and you don't regret it and I'll start forgetting the moment it sets in you're gone.
