Bad Habit

Think my bones are breaking
Under black eyes and bookcases up to the sky
The promises I made myself —
That I wouldn’t land it 'cause it’s a bad habit —
They don’t help
The nights are crazy
And when I try to sleep
All I see is grinding teeth and soft skin
You’re biting into my mess
And I bask in the pain that comes to pass
The heart wants us to fall in love
Everyone I know wants to fall in love
But love once got me in the gut
There was no real fight, it tore me up
The heart wants us to fall in love
To fall in love, to fall in love
There was no real fight, it tore me up