Good Friends, Bad Habits

I've good friends with bad habits

what am I to do?

literary romantics

they fuck like Wilde

and indulge like HemingwayI've good friends with bad habits

and a tenancy towards negligence

just petty thieves and addicts

that don't hurt anyone

but they'll burn anywayWell 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?

with one shoe, and which way to the nearest train?Sometimes, like every time she breathes,

I embrace my routineI have good friends with bad habits

what's a boy without a voice to do?

literary romantics

they fuck like Wilde

and they'll die like Hemingway