Feels quite easy to sit back now,
And warm up to neglect.
For every thing seems bright and strong,
In my concocted retrospect.
A brand new fictional paper back,
And some conceited dark coffee
There sits my beloved black canine,
My Habit, uncommitted and free.
I vividly remember all those days
Or wait, it's not a memory
Maybe it's what my Habit dropped
In that intoxicating liquid bean.
For I feel no pain, no dread, no love
Where I feared I'd die the most
Now all I squint to see is a blur
Of a past tucked in and closed.
I turn sideways and take a moment
To look at my beloved ally.
How trim and proper, with a glint of copper
Is her fur and the sun in her eye.
I have liked a few things, loved another
Cherished all for some time
But found me Habit mumble close
"it is not yours, but mine"
We fondle the new thing, which's me Habit's
We quickly grow so fond
It seems unlikely, almost absurd
For ever to sever the bond!
So every day, like a daily chore
There's a time well spent with them
That, them we feel so used to now
That on them that our smiles depend.
Guilt or Blame, one way or another,
Things sadly fall apart
I find me Habit, on the ledge
Nursing a broken heart.
Is it normal for Habits, have you ever seen;
Them bitches to change their mind.
After three indoors, give or take
We're out of 'cold-turkey' confine.
Or tis okay for Habits, paradoxically
To have a heart of caprice
To love something like no tomorrow
To move on, if either leaves?
In the end I know, I'll smile to myself
As I sip the dark coffee
That me Habit could have, may have done 'em wrong
But it has surely protected me.