Vice

I've been rotting in my bed again I don't have any friends 'Cause I'm scared to depend on them Consider myself a natural disaster The worlds keeps moving, faster, faster I can't keep up with all the trends I can't keep lying to my friends Everybody runs from something, what's your vice Keeping you up at night Everybody runs from something, what's your vice What makes you feel alive What's your vice Skip the small talk Skip the small talk Skip the small talk Tell me the stories you leave unsaid What's going on your head Consider me interested You can't keep up with all the trends You can't keep lying to your friends Everybody runs from something, what's your vice Keeping you up at night Everybody runs from something, what's your vice What makes you feel alive What's your vice I can see your secrets There's marks upon your skin Can you tell the truth When I ask about it When I ask about it When I ask about it Ask about it Everybody runs from something, what's your vice Keeping you up at night Everybody runs from something, what's your vice What makes you feel alive What's your vice