Good friends with bad habits What am I to do? They're literary romantics They fuck like Wilde And indulge like Hemingway
I've good friends with bad habits And a tendency towards negligence Just petty thieves and addicts That don't hurt anyone But they'll burn anyway
Well sometimes Like every time A train passes I get jealous of the long nights And blurred lights The red eyes The bar fights Where in the hell am I? And how did I get here? And which way to the nearest train?
Well sometimes Like every time she breathes I embrace my routine
I've good friends with bad habits. What am I to do? They're literary romantics They'll fuck like Wilde And die like Hemingway
