good friends with bad habits,nwhat am I to do?nthey're literary romantics,nthey fuck like wilde,nand indulge like hemingway.nni've good friends with bad habitsnand a tendency towards negligence.njust petty thieves and addicts,nthat don't hurt anyonenbut they'll burn anyway.nnwell sometimes, nlike every time na train passes,ni get jealous of the long nights,nand blurred lights,nthe red eyes,nthe bar fights.nwhere in the hell am i?nand how did i get here?nand which way to the nearest train?nnwell sometimes, nlike every time she breathes,ni embrace my routine.nni've good friends with bad habits.nwhat am i to do?nthey're literary romantics,nthey'll fuck like wilde,nand die like hemingway.