Habit Forming

hey you've gone too soon

like homies in june

i got some flowers in my pocket

the world might come to an end

and i'd have no friends to cheer my glasses

and that could bring me down

yeah you're habit forming got to have you every morning

yeah you're habit forming and you hit me without warning

yeah you're habit forming

i'll take you out to the sun

your stockings will run

and we'll wear our disguises inside out

find a victorian house

with a hole for a mouse

cause you never know who your friends might be these days

yeah you're habit forming got to have you every morning

yeah you're habit forming and you hit me without warning

yeah you're habit forming

hey you've gone too soon

like homies in june

and the man on the street could see me cracking

nothing ever got done

when we'd have our fun

now I hate how everything's o.k.