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“The best way to break a habit is to call it what it is,” says Chicago-based singer-songwriter Elizabeth Moen<\/a>. Over the last several months, she’s taken some time to examine her own holding patterns – especially those that have held her back – as she settles into city life, having recently relocated from Iowa City. And she has the receipts, in the form of a six-song EP, Creature of Habit<\/em>, out December 11. Whether it’s falling into relationships of convenience, mindless snacking, or ordering takeout as though the world isn’t on a swift decline, Moen uses her witty, relatable lyricism to unravel the most tangled parts of her persona and braid them into something more beautiful.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So far, Moen has released the EP’s languid, minimalist title track, the twangy “Eating Chips<\/a>,” and a contemplative folk ballad, “It’ll Get Tired Too<\/a>.” Premiering today via Audiofemme is her latest single from Creature of Habit<\/em>, “Studio Apartment,” a bluesy play-by-play of the “bad day, bored night, good timing” that leads to meeting someone at the bar and taking them home. “Oh wow, you seem just my type\/Push me away if you loved me\/Sure, we can head over to mine\/Finish that thought in the morning, or the afternoon,” she sings, in a tone as casual as the affair she describes: “I’d like to think I know better than I do, but I do this all the time too.” She’s seemingly resigned to what’s about to happen, until she lets it all burst operatically forth in the first chorus: “No worries, I won’t fall for you\/If we go back to my studio apartment\/No view of the bridge or my dreams.” <\/p>\n\n\n\n It’s easier to coast when it’s so exhausting – and possibly disastrous – to want or work for something more. Potential creates complications; better to keep things simple, enclosed within four walls. While the song seems like a specific, personal glimpse into a moment of Moen’s life, we\u2019ve all lived that same moment, felt that same feeling, down to the shit-show details in which Moen, having locked herself out, searches for a spare key while her love interest sways drunkenly in the hall.<\/p>\n\n\n\n