I keep repeating the creases and leaving my pieces home
This war is so tragic and youâre such a bad habit
Busting up my forehead, wish that I could forget
Everything we said
Everything we did
It doesnât make sense
How are you such a bad habit?
Iâm busting up my forehead
Wish that I could forget
I try to make believe Iâm over this
I try to tell myself that I donât care
But the truth is my emptiness is the only thing that I still feel
Whatâs real? Whatâs wrong? What makes you so cold?
I try my best to wrap my head around it
I still canât figure out where I went wrong
You keep on feeding the demons and keeping the secrets sewn
I really canât stand it
Youâre such a B-B-Bad habit
Busting up my forehead
Wish that I could forget
I heard you say you like it this way
Whatâs real? Whatâs wrong? What makes you so cold?
I try to wrap my head around it
I try to wrap my head around it