Getting kinda late
I really shouldn’t stay
But I guess we don’t live long

Sharing off the plate
Carlos on the way
We could use the cash and card

Feel a type of way
The longer that I stay
But I’d rather here than home

I can’t feel my face
Never mind
Never mind

Somebody told me
That they miss the old me
But they don’t know me like
That

Ahhhhhhh
Following the voices
In my head

So much
So much

I love it
It’s not right
But so what?

Slipped away
With somebody that I barley know
Guess goes to show my
Bad Habits

Missed calls
Take the number off my phone
Don’t want everyone to know
Bad Habits

Staying out til the fucking sunrise
Looking through my red eyes amy
Bad Habits

My hearts still beating

Somebody told me
That they miss the old me
But they don’t know me like
That
Ahhhhhhh
Following the voices
In my head

So much

So much

I love it
It’s not right
But so what?

So much

So much

I love it
It’s not right
But so what?

So much

So much

I love it
It’s not right
But so what?