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I'm a sucker for ones that make me cry, And cut through me like a switchblade knife. Bring up the pain from deep inside, With a sound so good it hurts. And I'm a sucker for a midnight drag, A long slow dance of smokin ash. I light em up and I breathe in fast, And hope they calm my nerves. And I hold onto that bottle of Jim Beam, Like he's my only friend. But when he's gone I think of her, And I start all over again. Some say be this way will kill me, But she already has. I'm just a ghost among the living, No soul, just bones and flesh. Yeah, she used to be my only love, But now I have three: Sad songs, cigarettes and whiskey. I write em down on this old guitar, As if a pen could mend my broken heart. I let the minor chords find there mark, SongtexteLike a needle to the vein. And I smoke em by myself these days, They're bad for your health everybody says. But after watchin her walk away, I don't feel anything. Some say be this way will kill me, But she already has. I'm just a ghost among the living, No soul, just bones and flesh. Yeah, she used to be my only love, But now I have three: Sad songs, cigarettes and whiskey. And I hold onto that bottle of Jim Beam, Like he's my only friend. But when hes gone I think of her, And I start all over again . Some say bein this way will kill me, Son, leave it in the past. It cant' be too fulfilling, Always starin at a half empty glass. Some say bein this way will kill me, But she already has. I'm just a ghost among the living, No soul, just bones and flesh. Yeah, she used to be my only love, But now I have three: Sad songs, cigarettes and whiskey. Well I'm a sucker for ones that make me cry. Aus Songtexte Mania