| You were born with my fathers name which you borrowed until it broke |
| Port Richmond’s always had its hands on the drill |
| We took a shot of tequila, then went outside to share a smoke |
| «This country will kill us before this cigarette will» |
| We blessed these kinds of nights |
| We blessed our new addictions |
| Took a drag and blessed these kinds of nights |
| We blessed our new addictions |
| Then we said our goodbyes and you disappeared like a ghost |
| You said «love laughs at locksmiths» so I found a pen and wrote that down |
| This was a punch drunk nostalgia. What stopped you? What’s with this place? |
| There’s a million wayward folks in this town but everyone seems to begin again |
| Because if you’re not beginning then where the hell do you fit in |
| So, where the hell do you fit in? |
| I don’t think that we should live this low, but where else would we go? |
| I had no way of knowing this would be the last time I’d see you |
| I had no way of knowing what was hiding behind your eyes |
| Took a drag and blessed our new addictions |
| We blessed these kinds of nights |
| This country will kill us before this cigarette will… |