Babe you're a habit

A stacked cigarette packet

And your kisses are matches

Not nicotine patches



You're in my bloodstream

But no syringe can get you in or out

'Cause baby you're more than that

You're an overdose, a heart attack



I feel nothing when I'm alone

Baby you bring it on

I miss the way



I smell my clothes and think of you

Close my eyes and hope that you'll materialize

I think I've got problems

I think I've got problems, babe

I think I've got a problem with you



My vision is blurred

My diction is slurred

But you can tell it from my step

Now you can smell it on my breath



No breathalyzer is required

'Cause I can barely hold my head straight up



I feel nothing when I'm alone

Baby you bring it on

I miss the way



I smell my clothes and think of you

Close my eyes and hope that you'll materialize

I think I've got problems

I think I've got problems, babe

I think I've got a problem with you



And I'm down on my knees

And I'm craving release

And I'm craving release



I smell my clothes and think of you

Close my eyes and hope that you'll materialize

I think I've got problems

I think I've got problems, babe

I think I've got a problem with you