Worst Habit - Troi Irons

Popped you into my head like a VCR machine

Swallowed you up in my heart though I knew you weren’t clean

Lost track of my direction, all messed up Such a pretty little nightmare, all dressed up like

Mystery, a taste of freedom

Now I’ve got you all in me You’re my worst habit, you’re never really gone

You’re my worst habit, I never knew it was wrong

You’re my worst habit, your ghost is in my walls

You’re my worst habit, never should have started at all

Hanging up on your strings like a marionette

It’s like I’m running in place trying to get ahead

Paint me how you see me and I’ll do the same

I notice too late I’m going up in flames, it’s

Mystery, a taste of freedom

Now I’ve got you all in me You’re my worst habit, you’re never really gone

You’re my worst habit, I never knew it was wrong

You’re my worst habit, your ghost is in my walls

You’re my worst habit, never should have started at all

Won’t you let me down, let me down easy

I don’t know how far I’ll fall

Won’t you let me go, let me go easy

'Cause I almost gave it all

Away, away

Cause I can’t seem to screen your calls

You’re my worst habit, you’re never really gone

You’re my worst habit, I never knew it was wrong

You’re my worst habit, your ghost is in my walls

You’re my worst habit, never should have started at all