I must see through the things I said I'd do
I've never felt good when I quit
Although it's true, the one who dared me to
Is my dumb ass, an easy fix
Could decide to simply stop, delete the list, it's true
Just not write, free up my time, I cannot follow through

The songs I rewrite lyrics for are all my fault, you see
That Word doc that's three hundred pages long? The author's me
To throw the whole damn thing away is two clicks, cannot try
'Cause I've made this my habit, I've made this my habit, that's right

Mashups and more have bloated up the source
A massive pile called "rewrite this"
Could just ignore some but the reasons "for"
Are honestly quite limited
That one's far too difficult, that guy, I just refuse
To fill my ears with his shite, that only cuts a few

No time to get into the whole weird method that I need
To use so I can variate the artists constantly
I'd slap the weirdo who's to blame but I might hit my eyes
'Cause I've made this my habit, I've made this my habit, that's right

It's all on me to stop
Could cut both my hands off
But then I'd be tempted
To type with toes instead

My "songs to rewrite" list is long, expanding ev'ry week
It tests my skills creatively and that's pure fun for me
Though I might piss and moan all day, don't think that I'll not write
'Cause I've made this my habit, I've made this my habit
I've made this my habit, that's fine