PYNKIE — The Habit

Givin’ up the habit Now that you’re gone It’s like magic I can just reach out and grab it All the things that I want Everything Maybe if you cried once or twice Things would be much different But they’re not And now it’s over I’m no longer your thing on a string Crimson clover Memories of you in October I can hardly think it over It makes no sense at all I can see it in your smile You’ve been hiding in the pile Of emotion that she left you Don’t you know that we’re one in the same Maybe if she tried once or twicе Things would be much different But thеy’re not and now it’s over You’re no longer her thing on a string Crimson clover Memories of you in October I can hardly think it over It makes no sense at all