bad habits

You told me "Eat shit cause this is it You've got a way with words So why do you waste it On your stupid friends and a weekend binge? I know a lost cause when I see it" "Oh shit" that's what I said Before my hand went numb And my face turned red I had to stop myself and take a breathe But by then you had already left I got a bad habit of getting in my own way I wanna call but I don't know what to say I got a bad habit of being myself Cause I f*ck things up then ask for help I think my luck has started to run out (One, Two, Three, Four) Oh shit took took another hit Now I'm hungover On a weekday shift And there's a tattoo that I wanna get But like you It's something that I'll regret I wanna sing songs up on a stage Don't wanna be the same as Everyone else my age So you can keep your jobs And your good grades Don't wanna die in an office space But I got a bad habit of getting in my own way I wanna call but I don't know what to say I got a bad habit of being myself Cause I f*ck things up then ask for help I think my luck in starting to run out I dug my grave And now I'm 6 feet I'm too far gone And I don't think I'll be saved I dug my grave And now I'm six feet I'm too far gone And I don't think I'll be saved Cause I got a bad habit of getting in my own way I wanna call but I don't know what to say I've got a bad habit of being myself Cause I f*ck things up then ask for help I think my luck in starting to run out