Good friends with bad habitsWhat am I to do?They're literary romanticsThey fuck like WildeAnd indulge like Hemingway
I've good friends with bad habitsAnd a tendency towards negligenceJust petty thieves and addictsThat don't hurt anyoneBut they'll burn anyway
Well sometimesLike every timeA train passesI get jealous of the long nightsAnd blurred lightsThe red eyesThe bar fightsWhere in the hell am I?And how did I get here?And which way to the nearest train?
Well sometimesLike every time she breathesI embrace my routine
I've good friends with bad habits.What am I to do?They're literary romanticsThey'll fuck like WildeAnd die like Hemingway