Habit

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Stop. Please, I can't do this anymore.

For fuck's sake, you take a piece of me every time you show up at my door.

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Just stop, I'm begging you, I'm an addict, I'm not hardcore enough to resist those lips,

I break on my knees when you look and me and say those words; I fall like a starved man and I sink between your hips.

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I'm a moth, you're a tempting flame, and I always get fucking burned,

Let me go - I'm trying to quit my habit, but when you say those words, my head just gets turned.

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We broke up and fuck it hurt,

But when you come to me and then come on to me, it hurts so much more when you lure me under your skirt.

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You sway on me on our old couch and my soul splits as I clutch you; one part going to hell and one part going to heaven,

For while nothing could break us apart in that moment, I know you'll be out of the door before the clock strikes eleven.

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And when you leave and we're broken up again, you selfishly leave your taste on my lips and take my heart with you instead,

And I'm left in our old apartment with all our demons, and I feel nothing but drained of life, dead.

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So please stop, please save me by staying away, don't call me, don't text,

Because we both know that when you do, there's only one thing that will happen next.

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