leaving Mr. Habit

You think that you can strut yourself to the front door
and bang bang bang your pretty ass in,  
But using you to use me to use you -  
it's a circle that I'm done standing in.  
 
Of course it feels good,  
I mean, real good,  
blissful as can be, initially -  
 
no, it feels grand  
when arms-o'-steel man  
wraps you up, all warm in that first squeeze  
 
but I'll be goddamned  
if I ain't learned from those bruises! -  
You incubus, sidling up to me  
 
That you'll leave me alone and hurt  
after all that gas has burned  
with my desert tongue and nothing good to breathe.  
 
You taught me good, ah, you-you  
It's in me, little like a tattoo  
That this life is dizzying but who I see is up to me -  
honey, the devil's chains hang loose.