Little Deaths

Sir Sly

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, I
I cling to you like lips cling to a cigarette, I
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
Outta habits and I'm outta good luck
All outta habits and I'm outta 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
I cling to you like lips cling to a cigarette
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

I 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