Lyrics: Malay/Zayn Malik/Mikky Ekko
Music: Malay/Zayn Malik/Mikky Ekko
The cigarette don't hit me like it used to
I got used to the blues
The cigarette don't hit me like it used to
I got used to the blues
Karma gets a hall pass
Evil finds a way in
Come and turn the lights out
Tell me what you're sayin'
Tell me what you're sayin'
Say it all again
In whispers I can't ever find, it must be at the back of my mind
Girl, are you reading my mind?
Feel I might die being at my side
Chillin' at night, telling me lies
Telling me truths, that's what I like about you
Cigarette don't hit me like it used to
I got used to the blues
Cigarette don't hit me like you do
I got used to the blues
Hollow as a steel drum
Kerosine to fill it
Pocket full of matches
Careful not to spill it
Did it ever occur to you?
Is it all just a blur?
Girl, are you reading my mind?
Feel I might die being at my side
Chillin' at night, telling me lies
Telling me truths, that's what I like about you
That's what I like about you