Pictures of You

It's three forty in the morning and I can feel a habit forming I can feel a habit firming in my hands Prop your pillow up against the wall, I have to press pause at the next bit Say my name into the camera, I'm entranced I feel so pathetic and I've lost you I know I'll regret it (and come too) It's hard to admit it, but I'm I'm addicted to Pictures of you, pictures of you, pictures of you I help myself through Pictures of you, pictures of you, pictures of you Tryna hold myself tight Underneath the cold blue light, I thought I'd found you in the screen And boost my ego falling from my fantasies I mean nothing to you now but still your picture stares at me Your face is poised as if to say I'm nobody I feel so pathetic now I've lost you I know I'll regret it (and come too) I'll come to my senses but I'm I'm addicted to Pictures of you, pictures of you, pictures of you I help myself through Pictures of you, pictures of you, pictures of you Tryna hold myself tight My body's invalid, my body's invalid, my body's invalid In front of Pictures of you, pictures of you, pictures of you I help myself through Pictures of you, pictures of you, pictures of you Tryna hold myself tight Pictures of you