Force of Habit
I don't know why it was a shock,You saying you wanted me back last night."I'll not be made an idiot of again" I told you.I don't know why you didn't know that...I could hear the familiar angstRipping through your fingersInto whatever was close to hand.You blamed yourself and I agreed,You thought it was because your life's shit.I told you, "you make your own life shit"So here I am pointlessly writing.