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A History of Bad Habits
A Poem
oh, baby, i have a history of bad habits
that follow me around and trip me up
and remind me i’m never in control
no matter what cards are on the table.
oh, baby, i have a history of bad habits
keeping me up past the midnight hour
while other women get their beauty sleep
and then i wake up looking like a zombie.
oh, baby, i have a history of bad habits
all in the shape of men just like you,
the ones who came and left and fell
down their own little rabbit holes.
oh, baby, i have a history of bad habits
which feel like some kind of addiction
even as i sit back and try to remember
what it was like to exist without it all.
oh, baby, i have a history of bad habits
that follow me past sunrise each day
and hound me till the moon shows
its pretty little face in the night sky.
oh, baby, i have a history of bad habits
that begin and end with you, you, you —
and, no matter what they say, know that…
