Little Deaths - Sir Sly

And I’m fed up with little deaths

Pretend I’m free of consequences

I see it now I made a mess

I cling to you like lips cling to a cigarette x3

I don’t know how to be alone

Never learned to face the unknown

I don’t know how to be alone

Shallow breaths as

I needed you to fix me

Now i need a pick me up

Out of habits and I’m out of good luck

All out of habits and I’m out of good luck

Well I’m fed up with loneliness

Light me up a little bit of tenderness

And I think sang it best

I made my bed but I don’t wanna lie in it

I cling to you likes lips cling to a cigartte x2

I don’t know how to be alone

Nver learned to face the unknown

I don’t know how to be alone

Shallow breaths as