BAD HABITS

You are my worst habit

Leaning against the red brick wall

Covered with graffiti about the government

And how they are leaving the country to starve

Fifteen feet from me, a couple of dissidents are injecting themselves

Unaware that a cop is strolling by

You are my worst habit

You speak of rebellion from inside your gated community

Attending private school all your life

After school, you throw on your leather jacket

Grab your smokes and head out

Someone has to prove you know what life's all about