Bad Ritual

There's a hair on the bed, the clock has stopped ticking And nothing remotely romantic has been said Let's not pass on the steps, let's take the season very easy Let's take pills, saltwater, let's keep looking ahead [Chorus] (Oh, oh) It's a bad, bad ritual (Oh, oh) But it calms me down (Oh, oh) It's a bad, bad ritual (Oh, oh) But it calms me down There is a history in pictures, there is evidence in boxes There is proof of your love for him long after it's dead And every creak, a trigger, I will think of you with others I could not smother out dead fire in my head And saw your levitating chair, I found your long blond hairs I felt your poltergeist presence in the frame of the bed Every creak is a trigger, I will think of you with others I found depravity convinced me I may no longer care [Chorus] x2