In this heart, in this heart there are cuts, there are bruises Think the sorrow is in control Stop running with scissors, anyone would say Bet they all know it’s an addition
To a habit of human beings I’m in la-la-la-la-love Human beings I’m in la-la-la-la-love
Uh another hit and run Makes you wish for an effin’ wardrum And I tap, and I tap into my subconscious Just to find Sigmund at 69
And some habits of human beings I’m in la-la-la-la-love Human beings I’m in la-la-la-la-love
Got burned again, lied to my face But they can’t keep me down, I’m worth every game I’ve wasted love but there’s so much more I’m feeling better, better, better
Got burned again, lied to my face But they can’t keep me down, I’m worth every game I’ve wasted love but there’s so much more I’m feeling better, better, better when no one’s knocking on my door
When no one’s knocking on my door I’m in la-la-la-la-love I’m in la-la-la-la-love