Pretty Dirty Habits

Pretty Dirty Habits: A Tale of Longing and Messy Love
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Lyrics

She lifts up her dress and he just

She reveals herself, and he casually

Lights up a cigarette

Ignites a cigarette

My my, what a pretty mouth you have

Expressing admiration for her attractive mouth

It’s a pretty dirty habit this I must admit

Acknowledging that smoking is a somewhat unclean habit

It’s much easier to cope with something touching my lips

Finding solace in things that touch her lips

And the warmth that it brings to my fingertips

Enjoying the warmth it brings to her fingertips

Makes it easier for me to

Indicating that this habit helps her deal with loneliness

Be alone like this

Being comfortable with solitude

Oh I’m right here, she say, with a heaving in her breast

She's physically present, expressing emotion through breath

Oh I’m right here, she says, with a longing he could never detect

Asserting her presence despite a hidden longing


It’s a strange way to live

Reflecting on the peculiar nature of her lifestyle

Either cooped up in your bed

Choosing between seclusion and uncertainty

Or perched up on, upon the fence

Balancing on the fence between reality and imagination

Between what’s real and what is just up in your head

Dealing with the blurred line between real and imagined

And the booze on your breath

Alcohol on her breath implies sadness

Now it only suggests

Suggesting a state of melancholy

You’re feeling blue again

Expressing sadness without a clear cause

For no reason other than it’s what you do,

Acknowledging the habit without a specific reason

She says, unwilling now to pretend that she’s in love

Rejecting pretense about being in love

Even though she knows she still is

Admitting lingering feelings despite denial

It’s a pretty messed up habit giving everything you have

Characterizing the habit of giving everything to one person

To just one man, one man you know, who can never give it back

Highlighting the imbalance in a one-sided relationship

Oh I’m right here, she says, with a heaving in her breast

Present physically, yet emotionally burdened

Oh I’m right here, she says, with a longing he would never understand

Expressing a yearning that remains incomprehensible

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