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
How are you such a bad habit?
I′m busting up my forehead
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
You're such a B-B-Bad habit