You're still my bad habit, &I'm still an addict ~

I don't know how else to put this. It's taking me so long to do this.
I'm falling asleep and I can't see straight.

My muscles feel like a melee, my body's curled in a U-shape.
I put on my best, but I'm still afraid.

Propped up by lies and promises, saving my place as life forgets.
Maybe it's time I saw the world.

I'm only here for a while, and patience is not my style,
and I'm so tired that I got to go.

Where am I supposed to hide now?
What am I supposed to do?

Did you really think I wouldn't see this through?

Tell me I should stick around for you.

Tell me I can have it all.

I'm still too tired to care and I got to go.

I get to go home in one week.

But I'm leaving home in three weeks.

They throw me a bone just to pick me dry.

I'm following suit and directions, I crawl up inside for protection.
I'm told what to do and I don't know why.

I'm over-existing in limbo, I'm over the myths and placebos
I don't really mind if I just fade away

I'm ready to live with my family, I'm ready to die in obscurity
Cause I'm so tired that I got to go.

Where am I supposed to hide now?
What am I supposed to do?

You still don't think I'm gonna see this through...

Tell me I'm a part of history, tell me I can have it all.
I'm still too tired to care and I got to go.