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