Pick a habit you can trust

We all need the reassurance

Blanket stretched across the window

A friend to walk you through it all

That could change if I was angry

But after all, it turns me on

It made all my good decisions

Even helped me write this song

Back when I was young and clever

Traced a pattern in the wood

I thought I’d get my shit together

Now I know I never could

Because it’s a pornographic sunrise

Static curtains that draw on our lives

But we still thrive, through every time

But we still cry, through every dive

But we still try

Too old to apologize

We’re too old to apologize

So pick a habit I can touch

Be as happy as you should be

Could we talk, is it too late?

Could we try again tomorrow?