Testo di 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