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