Little Deaths

(One, two, three) And 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, ah I cling to you like lips cling to a cigarette, ah 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 Out of habits and I'm out of good luck All out of habits and I'm out of 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, ah, ah I cling to you like lips cling to a cigarette, ah, ah 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 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 --- Little Deaths - Sir Sly