Pick myself up and I go home
Stumblin' along the yellow line road
It's 5 A.M., sun is creepin' in
Took a wrong turn and ended up
Goin' out for one, until I got stuck
I'm ridin' on the wrong side again
Rinse, repeat history
I drank three shots of misery
I'm flyin' on a high again
It's almost like I live for the thrill of it
Like a rollercoaster ride that I'm not strapped in
No fightin' all my vices
A last cigarette out in the rain
I promise myself I won't do it again
And I'm tryin'
But all my vices get the best of me
Get the best of me
Hate it but I know that I'll be back
'Cause it's not the first time and it's not the last
I'm deep in, in the deep end
Always holdin' on when I'm comin' down
If I'm already gone, can I be found?
Is this what I'm meant to be, my own worst enemy?
So let me sit here and drink my misery
It's almost like I live for the thrill of it
Like a rollercoaster ride that I'm not strapped in
No fightin' all my vices
A last cigarette out in the rain
I promise myself I won't do it again
And I'm tryin'
But all my vices get the best of me
Get the best of me
It's 5:03 A.M., sun is creepin' in
It's almost like I live for the thrill of it
Should be sayin', "No", here we go again
Lost my shoes, fuck
It's almost like I live for the thrill of it
Like a rollercoaster ride that I'm not strapped in
No fightin' all my vices
A last cigarette out in the rain
I promise myself I won't do it again
And I'm tryin'
But all my vices get the best of me
Get the best of me
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