Same Old Habits

Cover arts are meant to be 1:1 Suno, c'mon. Thank you for listening and I hope you enjoy <3 © Kayla Graves 2025. Music and lyrics. All rights reserved ------- [Chorus] Now I’m on the phone talkin’ to you, ‘Cause I’m drunk and I miss you, And I hate the shit we’ve been through, But I called to say, "What’s up?" and "What you doin'?" "Are you alone, or is she there with you?" Should I come remind you why this mess still feels true? [verse 1] Alright look, I know we have some problems, and I know sometimes I'm the one to cause em' But you gotta admit, the part you play in all this. We fight, we fall out, we fuck. Same routine different day, now my problem is you never let me have my say. You wont let yourself lose, you choose to continue the borderline abuse. Your pride, bigger than my anxiety, trust me, that's fucking huge. I'm scared to say somethin' to annoy you, Not cos you hurt me but cos' you'll just annoy me too. Yap, yap, yap, pendeja chill. Swore I was done last week, pero mira… aquí estoy otra vez, Scrolling through my phone, re-reading the mess you left in my texts. Drunk as hell, tequila breath, feeling reckless, But your name hits hard, yeah, it’s relentless. "Where you at?" Don’t play me, you know the game, Heard you’re out with alguien más, who’s to blame? But let’s keep it real, I’d still take you back, Pride’s barely hanging on, waiting for the crash. Your friends talk shit; they say, “You can do better,” But late at night, it’s still me making you wetter. Mi cora knows this isn’t right, but I’m too far gone, Every drunk call just proves I can’t move on. [Pre-Chorus] Your voice hits harder when I’m wasted, This buzz just leaves me feeling jaded. [Chorus] Now I’m on the phone talkin’ to you, ‘Cause I’m drunk and I miss you, And I hate the shit we’ve been through, But I called to say, "What’s up?" and "What you doin'?" "Are you alone, or is she there with you?" Should I come remind you why this mess still feels true? [Verse 2] You threw my hoodie out the window last night Said I was acting "bien cabrona," and you’re probably right. But when I’m tipsy, I’m softer, just wanna feel, The way you pull me close, when you’ve had your fill. The way you bite your lip when you’re holding a grudge, Then pull me in like none of that shit was enough. We’re toxic, morra, but you know what it is, We fight, we fuck, then fall back into this. You post stories with a song I hate, Low-key tryna get in my head again with this bait. Now I’m driving, para qué me miento? Out in the city, with nothing but regret in the vento. [Pre-Chorus] One drink in, and I’m right back where I started, We know the ending, it’s the same shit, half-hearted. [Chorus] Now I’m on the phone talkin’ to you, ‘Cause I’m drunk and I miss you, And I hate the shit we’ve been through, But I called to say, "What’s up?" and "What you doin'?" "Are you alone, or is she there with you?" Should I come remind you why this mess still feels true? [Bridge] Aquí estamos otra vez, sin reglas, Caught up in sheets, tus labios son mi carga. Whiskey in your kiss, tequila in my blood, We swear we’re done, but this shits never enough. You call it love; I call it obsession, Pero sabes bien, no quiero solución. Push, pull, crash, burn, rinse, repeat, I’d rather keep sinking than admit defeat. [Chorus] Now I’m on the phone talkin’ to you, ‘Cause I’m drunk and I miss you, And I hate the shit we’ve been through, But I called to say, "What’s up?" and "What you doin'?" "Are you alone, or is she there with you?" Should I come remind you why this mess still feels true?