like turning off the TV

Plastic figures above my window Invading thoughts inside my head Reminding me of memories I am so desperate to kill Falling back into bad habits again Asleep on couches at houses of friends I don't talk to As much as I'd like anymore Hey man, I miss you, do you think that I could come over I'll be pulling my teeth out of my mouth It's fucking freezing out here in the cold Everyone's yelling at my to get back in the house I don't care what they say You're on my mind With every mistake I make and stupid love song I write That don't make the album (Woo!) My chest is tight again And it feels permanent You run your hand through the back of my hair Everybody grab a drink And gather 'round the kitchen sink We talk about dying and how that my feel Take a moment to relax Before the lights have flickered off You have a tattoo on your wrist I haven't felt a thing in months Who the f*ck did I think that I was Brave Little Abacus is playing from a speaker in the corner I'll be pulling my teeth out of my mouth It's fucking freezing out here in the cold Everyone's yelling at my to get back in the house I don't care what they say You're on my mind With every mistake I make and stupid love song I write That don't make the album (F*CK) (Horns shit)