Habit

In Port Deposit, I was afraid
Of the things I thought you would say
Fingers tensing around your neck
What keeps a habit in check

The nails you scratch, the lips you bite
The looks you catch, the car you sold
The hand that feeds is getting cold
The teeth that rot, the couch you crash
The shot you spike, the check you bounce
The match you strike, the bridge you burn
The dice you roll and never learn
The sleep you fake, the fear you fight

The nails you scratch, the lips you bite
The looks you catch, the car you sold
The hand that feeds is getting cold
The teeth that rot, the couch you crash
The shot you spike, the check you bounce
The match you strike, the bridge you burn
The dice you roll and never learn
The sleep you fake, the fear you fight

It's just not like me to intervene



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Sohn
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