Let me tell you about my bad habit.
He has been with me since I got here.
He starts my engine, gives me the motivation I need to finish.
He's so perfect for me.

But let's rewind a little, back to when I didn’t know what this would be.
You could call it a drug, more like a glimmer of hope.
Something about it promised change. I knew I would never be the same.

I keep thinking of him. I am like an addict. I need a sip.
Alcohol, pills, whatever you imagine could ****.
My bad habit is not like them.
It would never **** me. I could easily do that myself.

Life feels lighter, funnier, more alive
just until I heard a rumor.
Is my dealer failing to supply?
Oh yes, something is about to change.

I see the light slowly fading.
My eyes close. The dose is gone.
Help me. I am about to go crazy.
How can I get rid of my bad habit
of over caring?