[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
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

[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