Some Habits - Cole Swindell

Yeah, I’m rough around the edges

On the surface I ain’t perfect

Still need a little smoothin' out

It’s hard to shift gears

After years of goin' one way

And one day turnin' around

But like water tanks, barns and rusted junk cars

Get saved by a coat of paint

It takes somebody like you to make a sinner like me

Wanna try and be a little more saint cause

Good bourbon is hard to put down

That high road is hard to stay on

That good book gets hard to pick up

That old me is hard to turn off

Girl, I’ve been tryin' like hell

Might be gettin' ahead of myself

But the longer I love you, the more I know

Some habits ain’t meant to be broke

Yeah, habits like lyin' next to you

Like makin' you laugh

Like fillin' up a wall full of photographs

Like learning how to listen

Red light quick kissin'

Sunday mornin' amens, third pew forgiven

Like hometown walkin', mean nothin' talkin'

Together every settin' sundown

Like through the house dancin'

And hardwood catchin'

Our clothes fallin' to the ground

Good bourbon is hard to put down

That high road is hard to stay on

That good book gets hard to pick up

That old me is hard to turn off

Girl, I’ve been tryin' like hell

Might be gettin' ahead of myself

But the longer I love you, the more I know

Some habits ain’t meant to be broke

Yeah, a man’s gotta know when it’s time to let go

What he’s gotta outgrow and can’t

And as long as it’s you

That I don’t gotta lose then everything else I can

Yeah, good bourbon is hard to put down

That high road is hard to stay on

That good book gets hard to pick up

That old me is hard to turn off

Girl, I’ve been tryin' like hell

Might be gettin' ahead of myself

But the longer I love you, the more I know

Some habits ain’t meant to be broke

Yeah, some habits ain’t meant to be broke

Like loving you, like loving you