when i am feeling low, you are where i go
it’s habitual
ritual-istic
mean and sadistic
oh god, how i miss it
i guess i’m just numb to it, i get dumb when i do it
and i go through it
voicemail singing you’re unavailable
why do i make myself so available
when i am feeling low, you are where i go
it’s habitual
ritual-istic
mean and sadistic
oh god, how i miss it
you were just thinking about me
but you never think to call
how could you not miss me, not even a little bit
not at all
if i sound bitter, it’s probably because i am
yeah, go get drunk and indulge your friends
play the game, go pretend, again, again, again
when i am feeling low, you are where i go
it’s habitual
ritual-istic
mean and sadistic
oh god, how i miss it
i can’t say this wasn’t likely, oh
but i can’t say i really like me, no
when i am feeling low, you are where i go
it’s habitual
ritual-istic
mean and sadistic
oh god, how i miss it