Owen - Good Friends, Bad Habits Lyrics
Owen - Good Friends, Bad Habits Lyrics
Good friends with bad habits,
What am I to do?
They're literary romantics,
They f*ck 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 f*ck like wilde,
And die like hemingway.
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Good friends with bad habits,
What am I to do?
They're literary romantics,
They f*ck 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 f*ck like wilde,
And die like hemingway.
What am I to do?
They're literary romantics,
They f*ck 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 f*ck like wilde,
And die like hemingway.
Writer: MICHAEL KINSELLA
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC