I'm feeling tired and rather certain   this street will be the end of you.   Deep brown hair, and those eyes;   those eyes that close on baby blue.   Sarcasm seems to keep you calm, but does it keep you warm   while the Swiss Army Romance gets you home?      It's impulsive, repulsive   Now, come on, can I get just a little regret?   You forced it, I coursed it.   And sympathy sings your lullaby.      Oh, my disease,   bad habit I can't begin to quit.   You're a tease,    but, baby, you've got the best of me.      Cigarettes burn, clouds of smoke    that clog your lungs and pull your chest.   The shoreline took the last of me,    but, sweety, you can have the rest.   Three years on an empty beach,    please tell me that it wasn't just a waste.   You were never my first choice, just   one made completely in bad taste.      It's impulsive, repulsive   Now, come on, can I get just a little regret?   You forced it, I coursed it.   And sympathy sings your lullaby.      Oh, my disease,   bad habit I can't begin to quit.   You're a tease,    but, baby, you've got the best of me.