An after taste of a nasty habit.

I have the glass in hand and,
The tingles arise by every single sip.
It dribbles down my throat.
Come on give me one damn more.
I've only had three or maybe four.

It's not a burning but a tickle in my mouth.
An after taste of a nasty habit I may say.
I haven't done this in a while,
But man I have to say,
It feels great to have this feeling.
I feel like I'm the best damn thing in town.

Who got me here? Oh you know who.
My best damn friend, Yeah thats who.
She told me this is awesome,
She told me this is great.
I got a habit of listening,
and now not only one bad habit but two!

I guess what I've been saying,
Is having done this there is no way around,
I've done it once, I've done it twice,
I'm a wrong one in it self.
It's the reason I tore my skin,
The reason that I've cried.
I guess what I'm telling you,
Is don't give it a try.

It's the worst thing that can happen,
And don't let anyone tell you wrong.
It's the best thing to do,
When you've fucked up either way.
But man I'm only telling you,
That all you're gonna do,
Is do what I tell you not to.