Bad Habits by Keating

I've got bad habits, I've got bad habits, I've got it bad.

Baby don't stop at one thought a day
Living different styles, 11 different ways
Every damn door, every damn door,
Every damn minute is a castaway
And every old sign is a wormhole

I've got bad habits, I've got bad habits, I've got it bad.

Feed me to the dogs or shield me from the flames
Every old star is a million miles away
If all these lyrics don't add up to anything as proclaimed
Every damn line is a lump sum.

So baby don't stay and live off the praise
Leave me downtown and get away
Let me sit still on the landmine until you turn into a taillight.
And baby don't stop, baby don't stop,
Baby don't stop 'til you have to hit the brakes,
Cause every old soul is an art form
Carving its mold on a dark horse.

I've got bad habits, I've got bad habits, I've got it bad....

• Alternative
• alternative pop
• alternative rock
• blues
• folk
• piano
• singer-songwriter
• Columbus