[Verse 1] i’ve been making little mountains out of things i should’ve left alone got a talent for dismantling the comfort of a happy home i can hear a change in someone’s voice and turn it into evidence then spend another evening manufacturing my own irrelevance [Verse 2] i’m a fascinating specimen of poorly managed chemistry a complicated combination of affection and stupidity i’ve got a tendency to question every kindness that i get then wonder why the people giving up on me are giving up on it [Pre-Chorus] and i can make it sound poetic when i’m being fucking pathetic put a melody behind it and suddenly it’s aesthetic got a habit of forgetting that the world ain’t obligated to accommodate a man who keeps himself so aggravated [Chorus] i made a habit out of havoc, now the damage feels like home i got a pocket full of panic and a heart made out of chrome i keep dancing with disaster, let it lead me by the throat i’m the captain of a sinking ship who never learned to float oh, i made a habit out of havoc, let it have another go got a thousand little problems that i water till they grow i keep laughing at the wreckage like it’s something i control i made a habit out of havoc, now it’s eating me whole [Verse 3] i’m an amateur at happiness, a veteran of aggravation i got a certification in unnecessary complication i can turn a harmless question into hostile litigation then congratulate myself for such impressive dedication i’ve been difficult on purpose, i’ve been difficult by chance i’ve been stepping on my own feet every time i try to dance i can hold a grudge for months against a sentence said in passing then forget the good intentions while the bitterness is lasting [Pre-Chorus] i don’t wanna be a burden but i wanna be remembered i can turn a little friction into something dismembered i got a knack for making mountains out of microscopic tension then i call it being honest when i’m begging for attention [Chorus] i made a habit out of havoc, now the damage feels like home i got a pocket full of panic and a heart made out of chrome i keep dancing with disaster, let it lead me by the throat i’m the captain of a sinking ship who never learned to float oh, i made a habit out of havoc, let it have another go got a thousand little problems that i water till they grow i keep laughing at the wreckage like it’s something i control i made a habit out of havoc, now it’s eating me whole [Verse 4] i’m the guy who reads the manual then ignores the fucking warning i can swear i’ll do things differently and fuck it up by morning i got a mouth that’s always moving when my better sense is sleeping and a tendency to promise things i’m terrible at keeping [Verse 5] there’s a certain kind of silence that can make a person sick when you finally hear the consequences of being such a prick and there’s nobody to argue with no opponent left to blame just the sound of your own breathing and the knowledge of your name [Verse 6] i’ve been treating every setback like a personal assassination got a persecution complex with a standing reservation i can find a hidden insult in a perfectly good sentence then demand an explanation like i’m owed another penance [Breakdown] BUT I DON’T WANNA BE THIS WAY! I DON’T WANNA WIN THE FIGHT! IF THE PRIZE IS BEING LONELY THEN I’VE BEEN THE CHAMPION ALL MY LIFE! I CAN MAKE A FUCKING ARGUMENT FOR EVERYTHING I’VE EVER DONE! BUT I CAN’T MAKE A SINGLE PERSON STAY WHEN THEY’VE DECIDED THEY’RE DONE! [Chorus] i made a habit out of havoc, now the damage feels like home i got a pocket full of panic and a heart made out of chrome i keep dancing with disaster, let it lead me by the throat i’m the captain of a sinking ship who never learned to float oh, i made a habit out of havoc, let it have another go got a thousand little problems that i water till they grow i keep laughing at the wreckage like it’s something i control i made a habit out of havoc, now it’s eating me whole [Verse 7] i’m not asking for forgiveness i’m not fishing for applause i’m just learning that an explanation doesn’t justify the cause and the hardest part of changing is admitting what i know i can’t keep planting little fires then complain about the smoke [Bridge] so i’ll practice being patient when my instincts say attack try to hear a different answer without firing something back and if somebody says they love me maybe i’ll believe it’s true without demanding they explain it like they’ve got something to prove [Final Chorus] i made a habit out of havoc, but a habit isn’t fate i can recognize the pattern without calling it too late i don’t need to be forgiven for the person i became just accountable for whether i keep acting the same oh, i made a habit out of havoc, now i’m learning to let go of the thousand little problems that i used to help me grow and if peace feels unfamiliar, maybe that’s a place to start i made a habit out of havoc now i’m trying something hard
