[Verse 1]
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, so dig deeper the hole
We've dug with distractions and give in to a vice

[Instrumental Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Once it's hard to wake up, hard to function
Hard to cope (Yea)
Without a six pack, a bag of weed
Or a bump of coke (Yeah)
We've lost autonomy
And depleted all our dopamine
Now the world does seem a dreary place
Devoid of any hope without a vice

[Chorus]
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 addvice
[Break]

[Verse 3]
When we 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

[Bridge]
We tell ourselves, promise ourselves (I'm not sure)
That we'll do better tomorrow (That I'll be any better tomorrow)
We promise ourselves, lie to ourselves (I'm not sure)
That well do better tomorrow (That I'll be any stronger tomorrow)
We tell ourselves, promise ourselves (I'm not sure)
That we'll do better tomorrow (that I wanna wake up tomorrow)
But sooner those tomorrows cease to come
When you live anchored to a vice

[Chorus]
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 advice
[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus]
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 ad-, subtract good ad-
Subtract good advice