Victim of your habit

Wings weren't given to me so I could fly too close to the fire
desire wasn't supposed to burn me the way it finally transpired
Always dodging bullets and cannons of your flippant lust
I'm requesting you to employ a little tact, if you must.

You're the firecracker of the 4th of July
Shine bright for a fleeting moment, only to leave me high and dry
What's left of you in my mind is some awe and debris
and little traces of what I think looks like memories.

When you can’t decide whether it’s all or nothing

You bait me in, with the taste of a little something

I’ve been there too many times before, to think it a gambit

Please don’t come around again
and make me a victim of your habit

Please don’t make me a victim of your habit

The night, oh nights, I fear the most
you come around softly rattling the doors
the bulbs they're swinging, the wind is singing
they join your cacophony, now we're two forces at war
but I've no choice but to surrender to you like a helpless whore.

So when you can’t decide whether it’s all or nothing

You bait me in, with the taste of a little something

I’ve been there too many times before, to think it a gambit

Please don’t make me a victim of your habit

If distraction is all you need

There’s the world at your feet

Many a nubile mind will gladly let you inhabit

So why make me a victim of your habit?
Please don’t make me a victim of your habit.