Habit

It's the sight of the water that gets you wet With a jangle of keys, you will swing open At the thought of forgiving, you will forget You have a terrible habit Habit Habit Habit Habit It's hard not to feel hungry for the feast in your mind It's not the strain on your eyes that'll make you go blind It doesn't matter what's forward, you will leave it behind You have a terrible habit Habit Habit Habit Habit By the size of your head You must know everything Every small consequence That knowing everything brings Which means that you must know better But you don't want to admit That all the pain gives you pleasure And you just don't want to quit Habit Habit Habit Habit Habit Habit Habit Habit