Bad Habit

Drunk in Seattle,
Searching for that morphine drip,
Frost bitten from her lips,
Drunk and high,
Comfortably mixed,

Blowing kisses at streetlights,
Wandering back to her,
What did she see back then,
I’ve been scorned,
Pain knows me well,

Dancing on street cars,
Skies turning,
I’m further away from her,
My last cigarette,
Diggin’ my own grave,

I remember the rush,
Like fiberglass,
To an addicts lip,
I remember her touch,
It knows me well,

Drowning in side streets,
It comes clear to me,
Have at it,
I was just her bad habit