Could you point me towards

A quiet gathering

Full of bugs and holes

Where any word said to you

Holds a liquored, puzzled truth



It's just a habit

It's just a habit

It's just a habit



If I slur a bit

It's just because I'm confused

Don't think much of it

My days belong to you

If you're kind, my nights can too



It's just a habit

It's just a habit

It's just a habit