Laundry and Jet Lag

I gave up smoking when I was coughing up blood And when I felt better again I took it straight back up Making and breaking, new habits forming Not all propensities come with a warning Like you I'm letting you talk and you're letting me down Should've got used to excuses by now They get a good show, you get a day job I need to find and believe in a better god than you Than you Washing my clothes as soon as I'm home Ridding myself of the dirt from the road Losing the smell of the smoke and the bars Stains go away but I'm left with the scars of you Of you