Smoking Rooms Aaron West & the Roaring Twenties

[Verse 1]
Feels like shit to be alone again
The majestic views
Of these run down green rooms
All the grime and mildew

[Verse 2]
Bad graffiti on the cold cement
In back halls of
All these struggling rock clubs
Where I’m calling home from

[Chorus]
I’ll be gone a few weeks, kid, I hope you understand
I made promises, I plan on keeping them
Everybody always leaves, I know, you’ve had it bad
You’ve had it bad

[Verse 3]
It feels like shit to be alone again
In the dim-lit gloom
Of these cheap motel rooms
I’ve been burning holes through

[Verse 4]
Always stayed down at the smoking end
Me and Joe and Cliff
Can’t believe they still exist
All the ash on the mattresses