Bad Habits Die Hard

It's 2 AM on a Friday night,
Stumbling beneath the neon lights.
Take my breaths, you look in my eyes,
Tell me those sweet little wicked lies.
Here we go, falling off track; once you cross,
There's no turning back.
We're two take the spot, drop it in the dark.
Hey, hey, hey, head is high, heart—head, head, head,
It's high, heart—head, clearer than the sky.
Hey, hey, hey, head, it's—head, head, it's high, heart.
No regrets, no, no getting behind; losing my control,
Losing my mind.
Hey, hey, hey, head, it's high, heart—head, head, it's high,
Heart—head, head, it's high, heart—head, it's high,
Heart—head, it's high, heart.
Hey, hey, hey, head, it's high, heart.