When I am feeling low, you are where I go It's habitual Ritual-istic Mean and sadistic Oh god, how I miss it I guess I'm just numb to it, I get dumb when I do it And I go through it Voicemail singing you're unavailable Why do I make myself so available When I am feeling low, you are where I go It's habitual Ritual-istic Mean and sadistic Oh god, how I miss it You were just thinking about me But you never think to call How could you not miss me, not even a little bit Not at all? If I sound bitter, it's probably because I am Yeah, go get drunk and indulge your friends Play the game, go pretend, again, again, again, again When I am feeling low, you are where I go It's habitual Ritual-istic Mean and sadistic Oh god, how I miss it I can't say this wasn't likely, oh But I can't say I really like me, no When I am feeling low, you are where I go It's habitual Ritual-istic Mean and sadistic Oh god, how I miss it