Habits

You know, it stands to reason when I conjure up your name
The perfect picture & it’s ruined with a word
Now it could be just as easy falling off a log
If I had the chance I’d take it
Never meant it to be
It never mattered to me
It’s a habit of mine
You always sound so bitter when you call me on the phone
So I just erase the message
I would if I could, but I can’t — so sorry if I hurt you
But don’t read too much into why I fucked you
Never meant it to be
It never mattered to me
It’s a habit of mine
Can’t get the picture that what is mine I should take
Never say never, but some habits are hard to break…