I've been writing our initials
on every coin i throw into the wishing well
I've been painting your hazel eyes
on every sheet of gold and linen
I've been driving at 1am
on the same road we first met
I've been tracing the burnt marks
you left on my chest
I've been biting my lips
with the hope of tasting you again


You  are  a  (hard)  bad  habit  to  *break­