You're The Impulse I Give Into

That's an awful way to call and not care about it You're still living in my halls, dwelling in the attic Strung out stringing you along, give into my habits I can't light this pipe- I'm drawn to impulse I miss calling you my home; I still think about it Watching TV all alone, staring through the static Wondering how we would've grown had we gotten past it With your voice still on my phone Will you leave a message? That's an awful way to call and not care about it You're still living in my halls, dwelling in the attic Strung out stringing you along, give into your habits I can't light this pipe- I'm drawn to impulse I caused a piece of you to Break off and fall in through to I can't light - I give into impulse We were close up to a fault, now I live without it All your photos on my wall, as I rip em down it Drags me out into this sprawl and you watch me drowning Till the waves are at my scalp You can't hear my shouting I miss calling you my home; I still think about it Watching TV all alone, staring through the static Wondering how we would've grown had we gotten past it With my voice still on your phone But I won't leave a message