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.