It can take eighteen days to break a habit.
Take it out back, shoot it point blank.
Watch the meat fall off the bone,
If all I have to do is run away.
In time, I will be where I want to.
In a sweater, in someone's bed,
In a different vessel all together.
All I have to do is wake up,
Run away,
And sleep.
Wake, run, sleep.
In eighteen days it will be back to normal.
In eighteen days I will have a new, worse habit.
The scent of ginger tea bags and black coffee
Will keep my eyes peeled,
On the floor, on the mirror.
What other inspiration do I need,
Than the disappointment staring back at me?
In eighteen days I will break a habit.
If not, you can find me out back with the gun.
E.