I like the thought of your whiskey And the smell of your cigarette Never quit out of want Only out of need For some shit a doctor said I like the slur of your stammer And the swagger of stumbling You're the poster for youth And I of regret To state it in summary Disregard all the lessons that I've learned And I'll vicariously live as I observe And watch your back in turn I like the thrill of your blackouts And the steady discovery Of forgotten events And lost evidence Somewhere in the shrubbery I like the hurt of your morning On a newly born hangover You look good with red eyes A clever disguise Of being incapable Disregard all the lessons that I've learned And I'll vicariously live as I observe And watch your back in turn Disregard all the lessons that I've learned And I'll vicariously live as I observe And watch your back in turn