Pedro DaSilva - Habits, Pt. 2 Lyrics

All of the ways
You knew to be
They're still new to me
So be kind
Please
Can you explain
What you believed
Did I preconceive
Were you blind
Been
Feelin' sort of sentimental
Thinkin' bout the things we broke
Still holdin' onto incidentals
Pickin' out my own medals
Wondering if I gave away
Too much to you
Like I always would
In those days
'Cause

This is the road
We're too
Far
Down
But I still get lost sometimes
I feel it most
When I'm
Around
Things that we lost

I walked that mile to forget
How
You feel more at home
When I feel alone, you
Closed up I opened my chest
Out
Spoke on the phone, but
We felt more grown, and
I'm growing bolder
You're growing cold
Guess that's the way that it goes
Habits get older
We're getting old
And I'm still in love with the ghost

Feelin' like I got away
Empty for a moment choked
Up
Distant like I never woke
Up
Recognizing we were closer
Feelin' like I shoulda stayed
Like, Maybe just another word
Like, Maybe just another minute
Better now than being in it
But

This is the road
We're too
Far
Down
But I still get lost sometimes
I feel it most
When I'm
Around
Things that we lost

I walked that mile to forget
How
You feel more at home
When I feel alone, you
Closed up I opened my chest
Out
Spoke on the phone, but
We felt more grown, and
I'm growing bolder
You're growing cold
Guess that's the way that it goes
Habits get older
We're getting old
And I'm still in love with the ghost