Day old coffee and the smell of burnt up cigarettes in your car
Downtown, the grey blue lights driving you home from the bar
My boy you can't see, plastered in the passenger seat, staining your interior deep red
My hands on the wheel, your hands covered in blood and beer
Why is it me you called at three in the morning when you've move on and you know I can't
Picking up the phone when I see your name is my worst bad habit
Bad habit
Bad habit
Burnt tongue from coffee and the taste of your cigarette lips
Cigarette lips
Cigarette lips
I had the anchor thrown out to sea but I never could jump the ship
I couldn't jump ship
I couldn't jump ship
My boy stayed in affairs, eclipsed my reality and made it yours
You know I can't catch up, you know I couldn't keep the score
Why is it me you called at three in the morning when you've moved on and you know I can't
Picking up the phone when I see your name is my worst bad habit
And I, I've been trying to break it
But you've got me hallucinating like I can't
Cause I'm good on my own
I'd rather be alone than stuck with a bad habit
Cause I'm good on my own
I'd rather be alone than to be stuck with you