Moving On

[A]Two packs a day and a smoker's cough

She told me quit and I flipped her [E]off

Everybody thinks they know whats [B]best for me

They're all too[A] blind to see that I walk a[E]lone

A squealin tires and a door [A]slam

She's drunk again, I don't give a [E]damn

Everybody's got their own c[B]ross to bear

Stop acting like [A]I should care, cause I don't con[E]done

Now it's [B]judgement day, I got the devil to pay

And I'm [A]riding shotgun down a burning highway to[E]night

I'm searching for a [B]state of execution

Maybe just an [A]ounce of absolution to make things [E]right

And if I'm [B]high, I'm elevated

I'm not [A]worn, I'm a little faded but I'm not [E]gone

And if I [B]had it my way, I'd find m[A]e another day to say

I'm moving [E]on

I kicked the hinge right off the door
Shattered glass across the floor
An old syringe and a bag of pills
That's where she finds her thrills
But I think she's lost

And I dont have any regrets
But I'm not finished yet
Bloodshot eyes and whiskey breath
Some things are worse than death
But I hate the cost

Watch me--I'm moving on...