Stumbling home
Everything is a blur
The adrenaline fades

From a night spent forgetting
Laying awake
Sick of this routine

Everyone's moving on with their lives

I've just written a few songs about mine

If you know me you know
My pace is slow as far as
progress goes

I've been battling bottles
And sleeping on floors
I'm sick of waking up

Feeling worse than before
I'm searching for an escape
So I don't have to face

The possibility that I'm
The $#&@ up they all said I'd be


I guess I'm just scared
Of the general idea
That all that I've done

Written down to a T
Wouldn't be worth
One single read

The focus is on everything that im not
I really need someone to give me a shot


Each step I attempt my life comes to a stop

I've been battling bottles

And sleeping on floors
I'm sick of waking up
Feeling worse than before

I'm searching for an escape
So I don't have to face
The possibility that I'm

The $#&@ up they all said I'd be
What if they're right
I'm searching for an escape

So I don't have to face
The possibility that I'm
The $#&@ up they all said I'd be


I've been battling bottles
And sleeping on floors

I'm sick of waking up
Feeling worse than before
I'm searching for an escape

So I don't have to face
The possibility that I'm
The $#&@ up they all said I'd be


What if they're right