Hell of a Habit: lyrics
- Well, I threw that pack of Camels in the trash
- Said I’m done with things that burn and things that crash.
- Cleaned the dashboard, wiped the dust off of my boots,
- Put down some deeper, cleaner kinds of roots.
- But then the clock strikes twelve and I get thin,
- Wondering what kind of trouble you are in.
- You’re a hell of a habit,
- The kind I just can’t kick.
- I know I shouldn’t grab it,
- But I’m reaching for you quick.
- One more shot, one more call,
- One more trip and one more fall.
- Yeah, you’re a hell of a habit,
- And I’m hooked after all.
- Saw your name light up my screen at two a.m.
- Swore I’d let it ring and just let it end.
- But my thumb had a mind and a plan of its own,
- I’m picking up the pieces and the phone.
- I say I’m finished every Monday afternoon,
- But I’m back inside your kitchen by the moon.
- You’re a hell of a habit,
- The kind I just can’t kick.
- I know I shouldn’t grab it,
- But I’m reaching for you quick.
- One more shot, one more call,
- One more trip and one more fall.
- Yeah, you’re a hell of a habit,
- And I’m hooked after all.
- They say the first step is admitting you’re a mess,
- And I’m a long way from ever needing less.
- I’m addicted to the way you say my name,
- Even when I know I’m losing at the game.
- You’re a hell of a habit,
- The kind I just can’t kick.
- I know I shouldn’t grab it,
- But I’m reaching for you quick.
- One more shot, one more call,
- One more trip and one more fall.
- Yeah, you’re a hell of a habit,
- And I’m hooked after all.