hiding admist the crowd,
behind the window and the rain.
rundown houses, life and you.

you were my bad habit,
i needed you like an addict,
there was no way around it.
i couldn't let it go

maybe it was only in my head.
now, it just keeps replaying.

12 hours of sleep, an hour alone.
a little dose of everything.
and a piece of mind.

it was so automatic,
giving in to your magic,
i was so fanatic ,
couldn't kick my bad habit.

i don't understand it,
you're still my bad habit.

just can't quit you