"Perfect Strangers" lyrics

I quit cussin' every Sunday
It's not all that hard to do
You know the sun it keeps on rising
And I'm still in love with you

I quit drinking every Monday
I stop smoking every night
You're the worst of my bad habits
And that's a losin' kind of fight

And the weary world keeps turning
We do what we have to do
I'm singing to these perfect strangers
That I'm still in love with you

And if you walked into this room now
And you heard me sing this song
I think you'd know my heart is broken
No matter who's been right or wrong

I play these three chords in my sleep now
They play themselves when I'm awake
It's just another silly habit
It's just another bad mistake

And the weary world keeps turning
We do what we have to do
I'm singing to these perfect strangers
That I'm still in love with you

And the weary world keeps turning
We do what we have to do
I'm singing to these perfect strangers
That I'm still in love with you

And the weary world keeps turning
We do what we have to do
You're the worst of my bad habits
Now, what am I supposed to do