Good Friends, Bad Habits — Owen

I've good friends with bad habits what am I to do? literary romantics they fuck like Wilde and indulge like Hemingway

I'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 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? with one shoe, and which way to the nearest train?

Sometimes, like every time she breathes, I embrace my routine

I 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...