Whenever it starts to get colder
I find that it's always so much harder to get over
Maybe it's not in the cards to let go
I try and I fold
The hand that I deal myself is always a joke
I can't fight this
I tried to imagine myself in your likeness
But I got habits to break and they're old
I try to let go
I fan the flame and it just goes up in smoke
Semi-automatic
When I start to panic
Is it problematic
Eyes closed all I see is static
And I'm feeling so tired but I light up again
And I'm running through the fire, it's a pattern, it's a trend
And I say I can't fight but I try to be honest with myself but I'm a terrible liar
And I can't be held accountable for whatever I say when I'm kidding myself about being fake
But I got habits to break and they're old
I try to let go
I fan the flame and it just goes up in smoke
Semi-automatic
When I start to panic
Is it problematic
Eyes closed all I see is static
Semi-automatic
When I start to panic
Is it problematic
Eyes closed all I see is static