You're just another habit
That I need to break
I've gotten in too deep,
Oh what a mistake
I tell myself It's different
When know I'm the same
And I'm sick of your breathing
Like a drug to my mind
I'll get you out
One day at a time

{NR}

Here I lay
With an itch to write
And fear of what I'd say

you felt like music in my bones 
then suddenly you changed keys 
i was out of tune 
and we forgot the words
it's four o'clock on monday morning
and all that's left
is the memory of your head
on the pillow next to mine
it was here
like this
that we used to listen
to all my favorite records
but I can't now
because when the needle hits the vinyl
i start thinking of you
it's the early hours of the day
when the streaks of morning light
break across the clouds
that I realize
i'm not a morning person
i'm a mourning person

[holyoak]