Predisposed to a lack of control

I did it young & I did it well

Got hooked at a susceptible age

On all the things that i could live without

Bottles to gods tv to cops and it stuck

I'm no one's saint I just ran out of patience

For the fuckers that would suck out my days in dollars

And leave me to wake up in shadows

I know my reasons with or without the anthems

These aren't the guns that mean shit to stick to

It's what's left of you when all this goes

When the train pulls out

Only enemy is in a mirror

A bad year a few wrong turns

And any of us could be the other

I try to remember

Cause the train was long gone

When I dug myself out