Habit

Boredom hits you, so fast, so hard
Got to run to keep up with you
Late night, young walk Champagne,
Small talk I am so tired of this cartoon
But you’re a habit
Brought up in familiar ways
And you’re here with me
And through your dusty poems
Loaded with your poems
Like a feather
Lands upon your shoe
But you see bombs come chrashing
Lightning flashing
There is nothing
left for me to do
But you’re a habit
Brought up in familiar ways
And you’re here with me
And through your dusty poems
Loaded with your poems
Are you missing me,
But you’re a habit
Brought up in familiar ways
And you’re here with me
And through your dusty poems
Loaded with your poems
Are you wanting me,