Old Ways

Yeah, I'm learning to love it, there's hell in my pocket
I feel like I'm losing my faith
And I know it's not easy, but it's deep inside me
Offering up an escape

But these old, old ways
Yeah, these old, old ways
Oh, it kills me, it saves me, it knocks me down
My old, old ways

There's a weight on your shoulder, you can't heal with sober
And sometimes it leads you astray
'Cause the war's never over
And as you get older, you'll start to learn to obey

With these old, old ways
Yeah, these old, old ways
Oh, the habit, I have it, it knocks me down
My old old old ways

Do what you wanna do with this
Take what you wanna take from this

And these old, old ways
Yeah, these old, old ways
Oh, the habit, I have it, it knocks me down
My old, old ways

But all of these issues I'm latching onto
Keep me from thinking I'm sane (sane)
(But all of these issues I'm latching onto)
(Keep me from thinking I'm sane)
Do what you wanna do with this
Take what you wanna take from this