THE GLASS

You're waiting up even though your friends knew I said ten but I didn't even mean two The lies are second nature I'm out of luck and I'm running out of friends too I told them I'm not sure how to love you The glass says I'm a failure But I get lost in the mirror It paints a picture The picture never, ever looks that familiar I'll try keep my distance Ignore my instincts But my blood pressure, pressure says 'I don't think I can help it' God, this space has made me so fucking selfish in a way But I don't think I can help it Just in case you never thought about it I'm just a bad, bad habit But I don't think I can help it All this shade has made me so fucking reckless in a way But I don't think I can help it Tried all day to make you understand it I'm just a bad, bad habit But I don't think I can help it You're waiting up even though your friends knew Faded love, the problem is we're see-through The glass isn't the danger It's me and you and You can't see the future when I resent the past You can't make a promise cause I neglect the facts The fruit is in the danger and how long it will last We can't find our footing without cutting ourselves on the glass But it gets lost in the mirror It paints a picture The picture never, ever looks that familiar I'll try keep my distance Ignore my instincts But my blood pressure, pressure says 'I don't think I can help it' God, this space has made me so fucking selfish in a way But I don't think I can help it Just in case you never thought about it I'm just a bad, bad habit But I don't think I can help it All this shade has made me so fucking reckless in a way But I don't think I can help it Tried all day to make you understand it I'm just a bad, bad habit But I don't think I can help it I'm obsessed with the glass, sometimes I'm all I see When it's mirroring back there's a sense of relief If I start to relax maybe call the police I'll run off with your peace, the shards cut way too deep I'm obsessed with the glass, it's easier to read She's obsessed with the facts, more obsessive than me If I start to relax maybe call the police I'll run off with your peace I don't think I can- Shut up But I don't think I can help it God, this space has made me so fucking selfish in a way But I don't think I can help it Just in case you never thought about it I'm just a bad, bad habit But I don't think I can help it All this shade has made me so fucking reckless in a way But I don't think I can help it Tried all day to make you understand it I'm just a bad, bad habit But I don't think I can help it