Oh so cynical
Scraped knees and blood on the concrete
I used to drink too much, so I could
Be reckless with my affections, oh
I am my own tourniquet
I do it myself because I'm all I get
By the skin of my teeth
I just breached the threshold
You wouldn't know the feeling of feeling like it's too much
It gets old
Oh so typical
But how was I supposed to know?
I'm finally committed to
The contrary of bitterness, oh
I am my own tourniquet
I do it myself because I'm all I get
By the skin of my teeth
I just breached the threshold
You wouldn't know the feeling of feeling like it's too much
It gets old, old, old
By the skin of my teeth
I just breached the threshold
You wouldn't know the feeling of feeling like it's too much
It gets old
Old habits die slow
Old habits die
Old habits die slow
Old habits die