Lyric

They call me Mr. Three-Day Habit

I always show up on the third day

I don’t wanna go

But I’m called, so I can’t say no

Yeah, he’s calling again

That voice inside won’t let me end

Gets all hyped up

Then stops before it even begins

Hey, stop it, stop it — if you can’t keep it going

You don’t have to start, if you’ll end up quitting

Sorry, maybe I said too much

I know you’ve got that spark, that rush

But your “getting ready” time

Takes forever, every time

First — clean the desk, clean the room

Decoration’s mandatory, it sets the mood

Cool little trinkets, stylish tools

If you don’t have 'em, then it’s time to cruise

Go shopping, chase what’s missing

Engine on — your impulse is glistening

Self-handicap mode: on, on, on

That’s why your passion’s gone by day three, son

They call me Mr. Three-Day Habit

I show up on the third, like a bad habit

If that guy quits before day three

Guess who comes out? Yeah, that’s me