I’ve worshipped daily at your feet,
You’ve become part of my ritual.
When I try to quit you,
I realize you’re habitual.
I’d stop breathing you in,
But I don’t have the fucking balls.
Afraid of life without you,
And the pain of the withdrawals.

Man, I got these habits,
Just can’t seem to break.
I take you out of my life,
Then my heart begins to ache.
I try to quit cold turkey,
Just leaves me with the shakes.
I try to replace you with others,
But my soul knows they’re fakes.

I stare into your eyes,
It’s my daily addiction.
Desperately needing to make you laugh,
It’s my personal affliction.
I’d stop you today,
But I don’t have the fucking balls.
I feel sick when I can’t see you,
But that may be the withdrawals.

Man, I got these habits,
Just can’t seem to quit.
Dream about your curves all day,
And I’ll never be through with it.
I try to quit cold turkey,
But my mind just goes to shit.
I desire to stare upon your form,
If only you’d permit.

Habits formed,
A daily routine.
Leaves me dirty,
A little unclean.
Satisfy my wants,
You know what I mean.
I have these habits,
They’re in my genes.

I try to sober up,
Hoping I come to my senses,
But, man, when see her eyes,
I lower all my defenses.
I’d stop if I could,
But I don’t have the fucking balls.
Just blow me a kiss,
To ease the withdrawals.

Oh, please ease my withdrawals,
Please ease my withdrawals.

Man, I got these habits,
And I don’t want to change.
Self-destruction floods my mind,
And I don’t try to rearrange.
Make a deal with a devil,
To work out some exchange?
Don’t think I could live without her,
And I know that sounds strange.



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