Habits

I said, I wouldn’t let old habits get the best of me
With a million reasons to let you go
I pour whiskey over ice
and light a cigarette while answering your call
Knowing you’re my vice
I’d wear your shirt over night
unable to give you up
All before you show up at my door
at 2 am with nothing better than the same old habits

 

J. Saunders

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