I try to be an optimist
But my glass is always bone dry so
I gotta fill it up or get high
To get by to just try and
Tip toe the tight rope
This pessimism is a disease
With depression and apathy sets in
A complete lack of all motivation
To reach any goal
Dig deeper the hole
We've dug with distractions and give in to a vice
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Once it's hard to wake up
Hard to function
Hard to cope
Without a six pack
A bag of weed
Or a bump of coke
We've lost autonomy
And depleted all our dopamine
Now the world does seem a dreary place
Devoid of any hope without a vice
We poison ourselves and don't think twice
About the consequence when the crutches feel so nice
When we put band-aids on our bullet wounds
We subtract good, add vice
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When you decide to stop
You can't go cold turkey
Because you're left with a brain all out of wack
Though it can be a quick easy saunter down to rock bottom
It's a long road back
There ain't no seatbelts on this wagon
With every speedbump we're launched back
To square one where we tell ourselves
That we'll do better tomorrow
We tell ourselves, promise ourselves (On our selves)
That we'll do better tomorrow
We promise ourselves, lie to ourselves (On our selves)
That well do better tomorrow
We tell ourselves, promise ourselves (On our selves)
That we'll do better tomorrow
But sooner those tomorrows cease to come
When you live anchored to a vice
We poison ourselves and don't think twice
About the consequence when the crutches feel so nice
When we put band-aids on our bullet wounds
We subtract good, add vice
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Ah!
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We poison ourselves and don't think twice
About the consequence when the crutches feel so nice
When we put band-aids on our bullet wounds
We subtract good, add
Subtract good, add
Subtract good, add vice