Opened out
My pockets, picked the contents from the ground
I'm not ready for their parting, yet
I stopped the bout
The constant shadowboxing with my doubt
Now the hush has got me tossing
So I do it all again
I can't help it
Bad habits
(Hmm)

Half awake in the collapsing
Of my house I send my askings
Up to heaven on the backs of eyelashes
A plastic lie I tell myself
Someday I'll be someone else
A mannequin up to the glass
I watch the world just walk right past me
Once again I can't help 'em
(Hmm)

(Ohh)
Another day spent in the seams
Of all duvets and magazines
I go missing to the comforts of my daydreams
I drift along the afternoon
Sift through all my aughts and shoulds
A rolodex of my regret
All future proofs of plans I'll never get to
What's the use?
I can't help 'em
(Bad habits)
(Bad habits)
I need to know that will all be over soon
(Can't seem to follow all my aughts and all my shoulds)