Little Deaths

(One, two, three)

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, ah
I cling to you like lips cling to a cigarette, ah
I cling to you like lips cling to a cigarette

Oh
I don't know how to be alone
Oh
Never learned to face the unknown
Oh
I don't know how to be alone
Oh
Shallow breaths as panic grows

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 Otis sang it best
I made my bed, but I don't wanna lie in it, ah, ah
I cling to you like lips cling to a cigarette, ah, ah
I cling to you like lips cling to a cigarette

Oh
I don't know how to be alone
Oh
Never learned to face the unknown
Oh
I don't know how to be alone
Oh
Shallow breaths as panic grows

Needed you to fix me
Might be alone
I'm glad to be alive
Not quite alone
I'm glad to be alive
I'm not alone
The best I do is try
Try and try
Try, try to be alive

Oh
I don't know how to be alone
Oh
Never learned to face the unknown
Oh
I don't know how to be alone
Oh
Shallow breaths as panic grows

I'm fed up with these little deaths
Done clinging on like lips cling to a cigarette
I'm fed up with these little deaths
Done clinging on like lips cling to a cigarette