Will Joseph Cook - Habit Lyrics

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