Old Habits

There was a time when i believed I could drive away and Never have to face the consequences of my past Decisions that i made before Had no bearing on my present trajectory So nothing needed to remain And i can feel myself I’m decomposing every day Falling farther to a place from which There is no escape Habits gripping at my heels Beckoning me to stay But once i crawl back underneath i know That’s where i’ll remain Now i’m at the end of my rope Wrists are faded black and blue From trying to regain my footing Time i used to spend on highways I waste it holed up in my room But from there i still see the headlights as they pass I can feel myself I'm decomposing every day Falling farther to a place from which There is no escape Habits gripping at my heels Beckoning me to stay But once i crawl back underneath i know That’s where i’ll remain I can feel myself i’m decomposing every day Falling farther to a place from which There is no escape Habits gripping at my heels Beckoning me to stay But once i crawl back underneath i know That’s where i’ll remain