Owen - Good Friends, Bad Habits lyrics
[Owen - Good Friends, Bad Habits lyrics]
What am I to do? Literary romantics
They fuck like Wilde and
Indulge like Hemingway
I've good friends with bad habit's
And a tendency towards negligence
Just petty thieves and addicts
Who don't hurt anyone
But they'll burn anyway
Sometimes, like every time a train passes
I get jealous of the long nights
The blurred lights
The red eyes and 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?"
Sometimes, Like every time she breathes
I embrace my routine
I've good friends with bad habit's
What's a boy without a voice to do?
Literary romantics they fuck like Wilde and
They'll die like Hemingway