Mike Kinsella - Good Friends, Bad Habits lyrics

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