Lyrics Good Friends, Bad Habits - Owen
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.
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