hey you've gone too soon
like homies in june
i got some flowers in my pocket
the world might come to an end
and i'd have no friends to cheer my glasses
and that could bring me down
yeah you're habit forming got to have you every morning
yeah you're habit forming and you hit me without warning
yeah you're habit forming
i'll take you out to the sun
your stockings will run
and we'll wear our disguises inside out
find a victorian house
with a hole for a mouse
cause you never know who your friends might be these days
yeah you're habit forming got to have you every morning
yeah you're habit forming and you hit me without warning
yeah you're habit forming
hey you've gone too soon
like homies in june
and the man on the street could see me cracking
nothing ever got done
when we'd have our fun
now I hate how everything's o.k.