Bad Habits

will i ever learn
how to turn the tides
of my own mind?

i will go the shortest distance
i will take the easiest route
find the path of least resistance
pick the lowest hanging fruit

familiar self loathing
and held by the vice
settled in my own groove
ignoring my own advice

i will go the shortest distance
i will take the easiest route
find the path of least resistance
pick the lowest hanging fruit

i know these parts like the back of my hand
and i walk a well-beaten track
and sometimes i wish i could get out of here
leave and never look back

i will go the shortest distance
i will take the easiest route
find the path of least resistance
pick the lowest hanging fruit

slave to my bad habits
so set in my ways
desire lines ingrained
in this age stained brain

the pathway to comfort
is downhill all the way
easy ridin coasting
on a worn out cliché