Been talking to myself all week

Face up on a cheap rug staring at this sloped ceiling

I'd be lying if I said I hate it now

Yeah it's more celebrated

On and on, these habits have killed me for too long

So I might as well enjoy the view

Crawl back into bed

I'm miles away

Haven't left this room all day

Been talking to myself all week

Flowers and you on repeat

Through these chewed up lips

These shaking hands

These fucking broken teeth

And I don't know, if these lost years will define me

And if they do, I'd be glad to put them behind me

And you

I'm at an utter loss for words somehow

On and on, these habits have killed me for too long

So I might as well enjoy the view

Crawl back into bed

I'm miles away

Haven't left this room all day

Sick of talking to myself all week