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.