Oh so cynical Scraped knees and blood on the concrete I used to drink too much, so I could Be reckless with my affections, oh I am my own tourniquet I do it myself because I'm all I get By the skin of my teeth I just breached the threshold You wouldn't know the feeling of feeling like it's too much It gets old Oh so typical But how was I supposed to know? I'm finally committed to The contrary of bitterness, oh I am my own tourniquet I do it myself because I'm all I get By the skin of my teeth I just breached the threshold You wouldn't know the feeling of feeling like it's too much It gets old, old, old By the skin of my teeth I just breached the threshold You wouldn't know the feeling of feeling like it's too much It gets old Old habits die slow Old habits die Old habits die slow Old habits die