Habit
Baby you're a habit
A stacked cigarette packet
And your kisses are matches
Not nicotine patches
You're in my bloodstream
But no syringe can get you in or out
'Cause baby you're more than that
You're an overdose, a heart attack
I feel nothing when I'm alone
Baby you bring it on
I... miss the way
I smell my clothes and think of you (close my eyes)
And hope that you materialise
I think I got problems
I think I got problems, babe
I think I've got a problem with you
My vision is blurred
My diction is slurred
You can tell it from my step
Now you can smell it on my breathe
No breathaliser is required
'Cause I can barely hold my head straight up
I feel nothing when I'm alone
Baby you bring it on
I... miss the way
I smell my clothes and think of you (close my eyes)
And hope that you materialise
I think I got problems
I think I got problems, babe
I think I've got a problem with you
Ooooh, And I'm down on my knees
Ooooh, And I'm craving release
Ooooh, And I'm craving release
I smell my clothes and think of you (I close my eyes)
And hope that you materialise
I think I got problems
I think I got problems, babe
I think I've got a problem with you
A stacked cigarette packet
And your kisses are matches
Not nicotine patches
You're in my bloodstream
But no syringe can get you in or out
'Cause baby you're more than that
You're an overdose, a heart attack
I feel nothing when I'm alone
Baby you bring it on
I... miss the way
I smell my clothes and think of you (close my eyes)
And hope that you materialise
I think I got problems
I think I got problems, babe
I think I've got a problem with you
My vision is blurred
My diction is slurred
You can tell it from my step
Now you can smell it on my breathe
No breathaliser is required
'Cause I can barely hold my head straight up
I feel nothing when I'm alone
Baby you bring it on
I... miss the way
I smell my clothes and think of you (close my eyes)
And hope that you materialise
I think I got problems
I think I got problems, babe
I think I've got a problem with you
Ooooh, And I'm down on my knees
Ooooh, And I'm craving release
Ooooh, And I'm craving release
I smell my clothes and think of you (I close my eyes)
And hope that you materialise
I think I got problems
I think I got problems, babe
I think I've got a problem with you
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Writer(s): William Cook
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