Habits

I drink to quit smoking
I smoke to quit drinking
While I'm hooked on one
The other inhabits my thinking

Why do I always find
A place to hide
A place to confide
The darkest secrets
I lock inside

I'm smashed, tore up, and passed out
In front of the bathroom door
With a cigarette burning
A hole in the floor

Does anyone know
Where happy hour is
Dollar wells
Or unpaid bills

Unpaid tabs, Cash, and debits
Will leave me broke, alone, and famished
And the room unravels and starts to spin
Till all I have left is my dirty grin