They Miss The Old Me

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?