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!
God, I wanna call you my father,
I'm sick of drinking my life away,
I can't remember anything.
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, it's inside a hollow shell.
My stomach is bleeding, but I'm still drinking,
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!
But I'm admitting now that I have a problem.