Bad Habit from Torch by Ginger Wade

I'm tired of living a refugee life
Running just to live
Sick for a home that no longer exists
If such a place ever did

I’ve known you now for just three days
I’m praying maybe you can save me
From the way I sabotage myself
Seeking salvation in bed with someone else

(You’re my) bad habit….

Maybe this time things will be different
I promise to change my ways
I’ll try to be true not only to you
But also to myself

With a six-stringed hard-on solid wood
Nothing could ever be so good
As the fantasy film fest in my head
Dreaming of you, I’m in another man’s bed

(You’re my) bad habit….

It’s a bad habit but I can’t kick it
Keep running away but it comes with me
Shiver and shake like a wet dog
I got a bad habit…

I’m tired of living a refugee life
Running just to live
Givin’ away all the things should be mine
Nothin’ left to give

• Alternative
• bluesy
• female guitarist
• female songrwriter
• female vocals
• indie folk
• Hamburg