Month of Bad Habits - Andrew Combs

Your name made a pretty tattoo

Your body made a welcome bed

But the truth done made a lie of

Every word you ever said

And now the wine goes down too easy

And the sun’s coming up in a stranger’s motel room

It’s gonna take more than a month of bad habits

To get me over you

Sleep, it comes and tries to take me

And I’m afraid what dreams I’ll find

So like a bitter pill I do swallow

The fact that you’re no longer mine

Yeah the wine goes down too easy

And the thrill of the deals in a stranger’s motel room

It’s gonna take more than a month of bad habits

To get me over you

Even if I find

If I find forgiveness

I wonder will I

Will I forgive myself

Yeah the wine goes down too easy

And the sun’s coming up in a stranger’s motel room

It’s gonna take more than a month of bad habits

To get me over you

It’s gonna take more than a month of bad habits

To get me over you