Old habits die screaming, 'cause when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite, and I still can't believe it because I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired, but I just don't understand how you don't miss me in the shower and remember how my rain-soaked body was shaking, because you drew stars around my scars but now I'm bleeding, and even if I die screaming I hope you hear it























