Fostering a Bad Habit - 2.0 Mix

Whoa-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

I tried to sweep you off of your feet with every verse
But you laid on me like some kind of curse
The truth hurts more than the pain
That we could never be the same
I've always been sick
But I thought you were the cure
You only made me that much worse
I was so high
Trying to make you stay
But I was just toking my life away

Cause I'm the kind of sucker
With all the bad habits I can muster
I stay to drunk, I've smoked my lungs
I've taken too many hits off of your arms
I stay high in these memories of you
But they leave me black and blue
When you call me on the phone
I never can say no
So I gotta let you know
I've gotta let you go

It's never very clear when you're in the moment
It's hard to see what you are holding
Sometimes you don't want to see
That you're beside the enemy
When you sleep at night you get the feeling
That maybe this ain't the dream you've been dreaming
So on that note I think I need to say
Maybe you should go on your own way

You said you'd be gone when I came back home
I'm pacing the floors trying to hold my own
I can't take anymore of your drug
Your mixed bag of karma's gonna turn around and bite you
You said you'd be gone when I came back home
I'm pacing the floors trying to hold my own
I can't take anymore of your drug
Your mixed bag of karma's gonna turn around and bite you
It's gonna turn around and bite you