Nervous Habits by Libyans Lyrics

Wretched minds justify our desires
Can't sit still for a day or an hour
Begging God for a moment of quiet
Criticize me

We're all defined by our nervous habits
I will admit that it's hard to let them go
Dusting off all the old excuses
For the time when I'll have to make a go

We are scared
We know not what we seek
Holding on to this shred of a dream
Make a plea for all prospects to fail
Let it go