Pictures of You

It's three forty in the morning and I can feel a habit forming
 I can feel a habit firming in my hands
 Prop your pillow up against the wall,
 I have to press pause at the next bit
 Say my name into the camera, I'm entranced
 I feel so pathetic and I've lost you
 I know I'll regret it (and come too)
 It's hard to admit it, but I'm
 I'm addicted to
 Pictures of you, pictures of you, pictures of you
 I help myself through
 Pictures of you, pictures of you, pictures of you
 Tryna hold myself tight
 Underneath the cold blue light, I thought I'd found you in the screen
 And boost my ego falling from my fantasies
 I mean nothing to you now but still your picture stares at me
 Your face is poised as if to say I'm nobody
 I feel so pathetic now I've lost you
 I know I'll regret it (and come too)
 I'll come to my senses but I'm
 I'm addicted to
 Pictures of you, pictures of you, pictures of you
 I help myself through
 Pictures of you, pictures of you, pictures of you
 Tryna hold myself tight
 My body's invalid, my body's invalid, my body's invalid
 In front of
 Pictures of you, pictures of you, pictures of you
 I help myself through
 Pictures of you, pictures of you, pictures of you
 Tryna hold myself tight
 Pictures of you