When I show up at the coat check, I'm wondering if I have to stay
When I'm waiting in the bar line, I'm listening to the words decay from your tumblers
Oh, feels like I have to get out, help me figure out how
It's a habit, I'm working overtime
Resort to losing myself, so I don't lose anyone else
I feel used, I can't move and I feel so good
No matter what I do I come crawling back to you, so I might as well get proof
Meet me in the photo booth
I don't get to choose, you're the hell I always knew, but you hurt less than the truth
Meet me in the photo booth
When I wake up in a cold bed I'm wondering how I got this way
And when I'm looking through your photos I'm hearing my hedonism say, adaptation
Oh, feels like I have to get out, help me figure out how
It's a habit, I'm working overtime
Resort to losing myself so I don't lose anyone else
I feel used, I can't move and I feel so good
No matter what I do I come crawling back to you, so I might as well get proof
Meet me in the photo booth
I don't get to choose, you're the hell I always knew, but you hurt less than the truth
Meet me in the photo booth
The thing about a habit is
You know it's there
But you tell yourself that it can wait until tomorrow
'Cause tonight just feels so good
So you just give in
Tonight feels so good
So you just give in