Could you point me towards
a quiet garthering
Full of bugs and holes
Where any words said to you
Holds a liquored , puzzled truth
It's just a habit
It's just a habit
It's just a habit
If i slur a bit
It's just because i'm confusd
Don't think much of it
My days belong to you
If you are kind
my nights can too
It's just a habit
It's just a habit
It's just a habit
