Bad Habits

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
Mhhmmm

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
Mmmhhhh

Ooohhh
Another day spent in the seams
Of old 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
Whats the use?
I can't help 'em
Bad habits

I need to know that this will all be over soon
And plans I'll never get to
(Can't seem to follow all my "aughts" and all my "shoulds")



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Writer(s): Joel Porter
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