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点击复制You text at 2 a.m
You know I’m still awake
You say you’re almost here
You’re parking by the gate
My friends all roll their eyes
They’ve heard this play-by-play
I clean up all your mess
Then watch you walk away
You’re my bad habit
I keep reaching for the match
Knowing I’ll get burned again
But I still strike it
Still strike it
You’re my bad habit
Every “never” never sticks
I’m addicted to the crash
And I can’t fight it
Can’t fight it
Your jacket on my chair
Still smells like last July
You leave your coffee cup
So you have an alibi
You say you’re trying hard
You’re “working on your stuff”
Then kiss me at the door
Like sorry is enough
You’re my bad habit
I keep reaching for the match
Knowing I’ll get burned again
But I still strike it
Still strike it
You’re my bad habit
Every “never” never sticks
I’m addicted to the crash
And I can’t fight it
Can’t fight it
Maybe I love the panic
The late-night
Half-life magic
I swear I’m done
Then you call back
I’m right back
Automatic
You’re my bad habit
I keep reaching for the match
Knowing I’ll get burned again
But I still strike it
Still strike it
You’re my bad habit
Every “never” never sticks
I’m addicted to the crash
And I can’t fight it
Can’t fight it