Good friends with bad habits
What am I to do?
They're literary romantics
They f** 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 pa**es
I get jealous of the long nights
And blurred lights
The red eyes
The bar fights
The, "Where in the hell am I?
And how did I get here
With one shoe?
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 f** like Wilde
And die like Hemingway