I'm feeling tired and rather certainnthis street will be the end of you.nDeep brown hair, and those eyes;nthose eyes that close on baby blue.nSarcasm seems to keep you calm, but does it keep you warmnwhile the Swiss Army Romance gets you home?nnIt's impulsive, repulsivenNow, come on, can I get just a little regret?nYou forced it, I coursed it.nAnd sympathy sings your lullaby.nnOh, my disease,nbad habit I can't begin to quit.nYou're a tease, nbut, baby, you've got the best of me.nnCigarettes burn, clouds of smoke nthat clog your lungs and pull your chest.nThe shoreline took the last of me, nbut, sweety, you can have the rest.nThree years on an empty beach, nplease tell me that it wasn't just a waste.nYou were never my first choice, justnone made completely in bad taste.nnIt's impulsive, repulsivenNow, come on, can I get just a little regret?nYou forced it, I coursed it.nAnd sympathy sings your lullaby.nnOh, my disease,nbad habit I can't begin to quit.nYou're a tease, nbut, baby, you've got the best of me.