| I found my vice | |
| I found my vice | |
| It lives in a bottle and wants me to die | |
| I found my vice | |
| I found my vice | |
| It lives in a bottle and wants me to die | |
| But I wanna be alive | |
| God I wanna call you my father | |
| I'm sick of drinking my life away | |
| I can't remember anything | |
| This isn't fun anymore | |
| My body's glued to the floor | |
| When did my king start living inside a glass bottle? | |
| I'm dying, I'm done lying to myself | |
| If i'm living, its inside a hollow shell | |
| My stomach is bleeding | |
| But im still drinking | |
| A hole inside me is now more than a metaphor | |
| I guess a bottle can't save my life | |
| I guess a bottle can't tame my mind | |
| This is my reward, a barely beating heart | |
| But I still lie to myself, I always lie to myself | |
| My hands are in the air, and God I hope you're there | |
| Cause I can't make it myself, i'll never make it myself | |
| Standing up just to fall back down | |
| Screaming nonsense to hear the sound | |
| It doesn't matter if nobody's around | |
| I'll hit the bottom just to feel the ground | |
| Substance therapy never set me free | |
| Substance therapy never set me free | |
| I guess a bottle can't save my life | |
| I guess a bottle can't tame my mind | |
| I guess a bottle can't save my life | |
| I guess a bottle can't tame my mind | |
| This is my reward, a barely beating heart | |
| But I still lie to myself, I always lie to myself | |
| My hands are in the air, and God I hope you're there | |
| Cause I can't make it myself, i'll never make it myself | |
| I don't know about you, but i'm admitting now that I have a problem | |
| I have a problem | |
| I have a problem | |
| I have a problem | |
| I have a problem |
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