[Verse 1: Jesse Sendejas]

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

When 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

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2: Whitney Flynn]

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

[Chorus: Jesse Sendejas & Whitney Flynn]

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

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3: Jesse Sendejas & Whitney Flynn]

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 seat-belts on this wagon

With every speed bump were launched back

To square one where we tell ourselves

That well do better tomorrow

[Bridge: Jesse Sendejas & Whitney Flynn]

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)

Sooner those tomorrows cease to come

When you live anchored to a vice

[Chorus: Jesse Sendejas & Whitney Flynn]

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

[Post-Chorus: Jesse Sendejas & Whitney Flynn]

We tell ourselves, promise ourselves

We tell ourselves, promise ourselves that we'll do better (Promise ourselves)

We tell ourselves, promise ourselves that we'll do better tomorrow

Sooner those tomorrows cease to come

When you live anchored to a vice

[Instrumental Break]

[Chorus: Jesse Sendejas & Whitney Flynn]

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