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 (Hmm) 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 (Hmm) (Ohh) Another day spent in the seams Of all 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 What's the use? I can't help 'em (Bad habits) (Bad habits) I need to know that will all be over soon (Can't seem to follow all my aughts and all my shoulds)