You come around like you’re holy in the neon,
Silver chain swinging with that sinner’s charm.
I tell myself I shouldn’t let you lean on
All the pieces that I’m trying to keep unharmed.
But you talk low with a midnight rhythm,
Every word drops heavy in my chest.
You got a way of making trouble feel forgiven—
Baby, danger never looked so blessed.

I know better, but I can’t let go—
You’re baptized heat in a downtown glow.

You’re my bad habit halo,
Lighting me up like a match in a gas line.
Trouble wrapped in gold,
Every touch hitting sweet like a punchline.
Yeah, you break me down,
But I still come back when you say so.
Baby, you’re the sweetest sin I know—
My bad habit halo.

You move slick like a rumor in a trap beat,
Dripping confidence with every step you steal.
I try to walk away, but my pride gets weak—
’Cause your poison always tastes too real.
You’re half salvation, half disaster,
A gospel hymn with a crooked grin.
And every time I swear that I’m done after,
You just pull me right back in.

I know better, but you shine too bright—
Like a warning wrapped in city light.

You’re my bad habit halo,
Lighting me up like a match in a gas line.
Trouble wrapped in gold,
Every touch hitting sweet like a punchline.
Yeah, you break me down,
But I still come back when you say so.
Baby, you’re the sweetest sin I know—
My bad habit halo.

I keep trying to climb out clean,
But you pull like gravity.
Guess some angels fall on purpose—
And baby, you fall right into me.

You’re my bad habit halo,
Burning through the best of me tonight.
Trouble wrapped in gold,
But damn if it doesn’t feel right.
Yeah, you wreck me good,
But I still follow where you say go.
Baby, you’re the sweetest sin I know—
My bad habit halo.

Yeah…
My bad habit halo.