Bad Habits

Take my name in vain

Chase the L.A. sun

What I'd do for fame

What have I become?

Found God in the south

Ran my course back home

Can't believe I thought

That you could offer more

And I'm slippin'

God, I think I'm sinkin'

I guess I got bad habits, it's true

I spend most of them running, from You

And I'm slippin'

God, I think I'm drownin'

I guess I've got bad habits

At least I'm finally telling, the truth

Cut off with no pain

Restless in New York

No guilt but ashamed

What was all this for?

And I'm slippin'

God, I think I'm sinkin'

I guess I got bad habits, it's true

I spend most of them running, from You

(Oh no!)

And I'm slippin'

God, I think I'm drownin' (oh no, no)

I guess I've got bad habits (oh no no)

At least I'm finally telling, the truth

And I'm praying

God I'm mostly prayin'

That you'll stay when I tell you the truth

That my bad habits kept me from you