Bad Habit

I keep repeating the creases and leaving my pieces home

This war is so tragic and you’re such a bad habit

Busting up my forehead, wish that I could forget

Everything we said

Everything we did

It doesn’t make sense

How are you such a bad habit?

I’m busting up my forehead

Wish that I could forget

I try to make believe I’m over this

I try to tell myself that I don’t care

But the truth is my emptiness is the only thing that I still feel

What’s real? What’s wrong? What makes you so cold?

I try my best to wrap my head around it

I still can’t figure out where I went wrong

You keep on feeding the demons and keeping the secrets sewn

I really can’t stand it

You’re such a B-B-Bad habit

Busting up my forehead

Wish that I could forget

I heard you say you like it this way

What’s real? What’s wrong? What makes you so cold?

I try to wrap my head around it

I try to wrap my head around it