Habits
Money is on my mind again
I wonder why my pockets are empty
I'm trying to count my blessings
But my blessings haven't been plenty
My luck nearly ran out again
Back to zero, back to the start
I don't want to know what rich is
I just want enough to maintain a heart
So it finished again
Or did it just end prematurely
But it doesn't matter now
I'll brake old spells, surely
So here I am again
I raise my glass high above my head
As a toast to all these habits
I look forward to good ones, and leave the unfortunate for dead
By Jesse Johnson
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