Drinking With Strangers - Jesse Sykes

Drinking with strangers 
For the last time 
And you fell asleep 
With the smoke in your eyes 

Hot flashes burning 
The dust on the blind 
Gin-soaked and lonely 
You're fuel for this fire 

You threw it all away 
These days 
You threw it all away 
These days 

The Salvation Army 
Has called out its choir 
The blankets, the water 
Can't fix your flat tire