My Worst Habit

How to cure bad weather? Send it back to the river How to cure bad habits? Send me back to you My worst habit is I get so tired of winter That I become a torture to those I am with If you're not here, nothing grows I lack clarity My words tangle up and knot I said, my words tangle up and knot How to cure bad weather? Send it back to the river How to cure bad habits? Send me back to you Send me back to you When the water gets caught up in habitual whirlpools Dig a way out Through the bottom to the ocean There is a secret medicine there Given only to those who hurt so hard they can't hope The hopers would feel slighted if they knew I said, the hopers would feel slighted if they knew How to cure bad weather? Send it back to the river How to cure bad habits? Send me back to you Send me back to you Look as long as you can at the friend you love No matter whether, that friend is moving away or towards you Don't let your throat tighten with fear Take sips of breath all day and all night Before death closes your mouth How to cure bad weather? Send it back to the river How to cure bad habits? Send me back to you Send me back to you