Habit - Snail Mail

Had a dream it was on my ceiling

I had a feeling it was in my head

If I walk outside every time it’s freezing

I have to wonder if it wants me dead again

It’s not something I can run my hands over

It’s not something I can run my hands over

It’s not something I can run my hands over

It’s not something I can run my hands over

I’m not afraid to walk without a way

And if I close my eyes, I’m scared I’ll never get to leave the grey

I wanna sleep and never leave my bed

And then I won’t hesitate to call it my friend again

It’s not something I can run my hands over

It’s not something I can run my hands over

It’s not something I can run my hands over

It’s not something I can run my hands over

Oh, never sleep again

Oh, never sleep again