Opened out My pockets, picked the contents from the ground I'm not ready for their parting, yet I stopped the bout The constant shadowboxing with my doubt Now the hush has got me tossing So I do it all again I can't help it Bad habits Mhhmmm Half awake in the collapsing Of my house I send my askings Up to heaven on the backs of eyelashes A plastic lie I tell myself "Someday I'll be someone else" A mannequin up to the glass I watch the world just walk right past me Once again I can't help 'em Mmmhhhh Ooohhh Another day spent in the seams Of old duvets and magazines I go missing to the comforts of my daydreams I drift along the afternoon Sift through all my "aughts and shoulds" A Rolodex of my regret All future proofs of plans I'll never get to Whats the use? I can't help 'em Bad habits I need to know that this will all be over soon And plans I'll never get to (Can't seem to follow all my "aughts" and all my "shoulds")