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It's three AM again, staring at the ceiling paint, Counting every ceiling crack like it's a modern-day saint
I should Call somebody, should check my own pulse, But this toxic silence gives me all
The beautiful impulse. You left Me the key to the habits you made, A beautiful, dangerous
Debt that I gladly repaid
I can feel the bass vibrating underneath my skin, The only place I know where I can truly begin To lie to
Myself, to cut the line, Tell me, is this mess yours, or is this finally mine?
Oh, this is my Quiet Addiction, baby, it doesn't shout. It's the dark little secret I can't live without
I confessed it To the pavement, I confessed it to the rain, But the singer-songwriter heart just wraps
It up in pain. And the beat Keeps drumming, saying You're gonna break, break, break
The only promise I've ever known how to make
The pills on the counter look like little perfect moons, They whisper all the answers into these empty rooms
I Saw your new life a picture on a glass screen, Everything polished, everything clean
And I felt that familiar, Cold little thrill, Knowing I'm the one who stayed here standing still
I can feel the bass vibrating underneath my skin, The only place I know where I can truly begin
To lie to Myself, to cut the line, Tell me, is this mess yours, or is this finally mine?
Oh, this is my Quiet Addiction, baby, it doesn't shout. It's the dark little secret I can't live without
I confessed it To the pavement, I confessed it to the rain, But the singer-songwriter heart just wraps
It up in Pain. And the beat Keeps drumming, saying You're gonna break, break, break
The only promise I've ever Known how to make
I need the pressure of the darkness to see my own light. I need the beautiful chaos of losing the fight
Maybe the Tragedy is the best part of the score. Maybe I don't want to save me anymore
Gonna break. Promise I know how to make.