I've good friends with bad habits What am I to do? Literary romantics They fuck like Wilde And indulge like Hemingway I've good friends with bad habits And a tendency towards negligence Just petty thieves and addicts But don't hurt anyone But they'll burn anyway Sometimes Like every time a train passes I get jealous of The long nights The blurred lights The red eyes And bar fights The "Where in hell am I? And how did I get here with one shoe? And which way to the nearest train?" Sometimes Like every time she breathes I embrace my routine I've good friends with bad habits What am I to do? Literary romantics They fuck like Wilde And indulge like Hemingway