How Does It Feel?
I'm listening to your cues
And keeping them in time
I've got nothing else to lose
But scared of breaking ties
I exert my energy
Observe how people talk to me
Best intentions intervene
Eye for an eye
But tell me how does it feel
How does it feel
Making a habit out of me
You know that wasn't the deal
That love wasn't real
Just a lack of sleep
How you feel with me
Sugar coated PTSD
Picturesque but it gets messy
I'm delicate and fragility's hard to ignore
But tell me how does it feel
How does it feel
Making a habit out of me
Cant find nothing to wear
That won't relate back to you
That wasn't taken off of me
Or thrown on the floor of your bedroom
You left me, shoes untied
I was a just a leisure
Nothing but a convenience
That fit a heavy breather
But tell me how does it feel
How does it feel
Making a habit out of me
You know that wasn't the deal
That love wasn't real
Just a lack of sleep
How you feel with me
Sugar coated PTSD
Picturesque but it gets messy
I'm delicate and fragility's hard to ignore
But tell me how does it feel
How does it feel
Making a habit out of me
Could feel it in my skin
Anticipate it rolling in
Carving me a doomsday
Reminisce the foul play
I'm not living in vain
But tell me how does it feel
How does it feel
Making a habit out of me
Sugar coated PTSD
Picturesque but it gets messy
I'm delicate and fragility's hard to ignore
But tell me how does it feel
How does it feel
Making a habit out of me
And keeping them in time
I've got nothing else to lose
But scared of breaking ties
I exert my energy
Observe how people talk to me
Best intentions intervene
Eye for an eye
But tell me how does it feel
How does it feel
Making a habit out of me
You know that wasn't the deal
That love wasn't real
Just a lack of sleep
How you feel with me
Sugar coated PTSD
Picturesque but it gets messy
I'm delicate and fragility's hard to ignore
But tell me how does it feel
How does it feel
Making a habit out of me
Cant find nothing to wear
That won't relate back to you
That wasn't taken off of me
Or thrown on the floor of your bedroom
You left me, shoes untied
I was a just a leisure
Nothing but a convenience
That fit a heavy breather
But tell me how does it feel
How does it feel
Making a habit out of me
You know that wasn't the deal
That love wasn't real
Just a lack of sleep
How you feel with me
Sugar coated PTSD
Picturesque but it gets messy
I'm delicate and fragility's hard to ignore
But tell me how does it feel
How does it feel
Making a habit out of me
Could feel it in my skin
Anticipate it rolling in
Carving me a doomsday
Reminisce the foul play
I'm not living in vain
But tell me how does it feel
How does it feel
Making a habit out of me
Sugar coated PTSD
Picturesque but it gets messy
I'm delicate and fragility's hard to ignore
But tell me how does it feel
How does it feel
Making a habit out of me
Credits
Writer(s): Brianna Calcagno, Steve Venti
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.