كلمات Habit

Babe you're a habit A stacked cigarette packet And your kisses are matches Not nicotine patches You're in my bloodstream But no syringe can get you in or out 'Cause baby you're more than that You're an overdose, a heart attack I feel nothing when I'm alone Baby you bring it on I miss the way I smell my clothes and think of you Close my eyes and hope that you'll materialize I think I've got problems I think I've got problems, babe I think I've got a problem with you My vision is blurred My diction is slurred But you can tell it from my step Now you can smell it on my breath No breathalyzer is required 'Cause I can barely hold my head straight up I feel nothing when I'm alone Baby you bring it on I miss the way I smell my clothes and think of you Close my eyes and hope that you'll materialize I think I've got problems I think I've got problems, babe I think I've got a problem with you And I'm down on my knees And I'm craving release And I'm craving release I smell my clothes and think of you Close my eyes and hope that you'll materialize I think I've got problems I think I've got problems, babe I think I've got a problem with you