Addvice - Days N Daze

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 to tiptoe the tightrope

This pessimism’s 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 distraction and give in to a vice

When 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

When we decide to stop

Can’t go cold Turkey

Cause you’re left with a brain all out of wack

Though it can be a quick hazy

Saunter down to rock bottom

It’s a long road back

There ain’t no seatbelts on this wagon

With every speed bump were launched back

To square one where we tell ourselves

That well do better tomorrow

We tell ourselves promise ourselves that we’ll do better tomorrow

(I'm not sure that I’ll be any better tomorrow)

We tell ourselves lie to ourselves that we’ll do better tomorrow

(I'm not sure that I’ll be any stronger tomorrow)

We tell ourselves promise ourselves that we’ll do better tomorrow

(I'm not sure that I wanna wake up tomorrow)

Sooner those tomorrows cease to come

When you live anchored to a vice