It's three forty in the morning and I can feel a habit forming
I can feel a habit firming in my hands
Prop your pillow up against the wall, I have to press pause at the next bit
Say my name into the camera, I'm entranced
I feel so pathetic and I've lost you
I know I'll regret it (and come too)
It's hard to admit it, but I'm
I'm addicted to
Pictures of you, pictures of you, pictures of you
I help myself through
Pictures of you, pictures of you, pictures of you
Tryna hold myself tight
Underneath the cold blue light, I thought I'd found you in the screen
And boost my ego falling from my fantasies
I mean nothing to you now but still your picture stares at me
Your face is poised as if to say I'm nobody
I feel so pathetic now I've lost you
I know I'll regret it (and come too)
I'll come to my senses but I'm
I'm addicted to
Pictures of you, pictures of you, pictures of you
I help myself through
Pictures of you, pictures of you, pictures of you
Tryna hold myself tight
My body's invalid, my body's invalid, my body's invalid
In front of
Pictures of you, pictures of you, pictures of you
I help myself through
Pictures of you, pictures of you, pictures of you
Tryna hold myself tight
Pictures of you
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