Habit

Boredom hits you, so fast, so hard
 Got to run to keep up with you
 Late night, young walk Champagne,
 Small talk I am so tired of this cartoon
 But you're a habit
 Brought up in familiar ways
 And you're here with me
 And through your dusty poems
 Loaded with your poems
 Like a feather
 Lands upon your shoe
 But you see bombs come chrashing
 Lightning flashing
 There is nothing
 left for me to do
 But you're a habit
 Brought up in familiar ways
 And you're here with me
 And through your dusty poems
 Loaded with your poems
 Are you missing me,
 But you're a habit
 Brought up in familiar ways
 And you're here with me
 And through your dusty poems
 Loaded with your poems
 Are you wanting me,