Beartooth Lyrics

Beartooth I Have A Problem Lyrics

I found my vice

I found my vice

It lives in a bottle and wants me to die

I found my vice

I found my vice

It lives in a bottle and wants me to die

But I wanna be alive

GO!

God I wanna call you my father

I’m sick of drinking my life away

I can’t remember anything

This isn’t fun anymore

My body’s glued to the floor

When did my king start living inside a glass bottle?

I’m dying, I’m done lying to myself

If I’m living, its inside a hollow shell

My stomach is bleeding

But I’m still drinking

A hole inside me is now more than a metaphor

I guess a bottle can’t save my life

I guess a bottle can’t tame my mind

This is my reward, a barely beating heart

But I still lie to myself, I always lie to myself

My hands are in the air, and God I hope you’re there

Cause I can’t make it myself, I’ll never make it myself

Standing up just to fall back down

Screaming nonsense to hear the sound

It doesn’t matter if nobody’s around

I’ll hit the bottom just to feel the ground

Substance therapy never set me free

Substance therapy never set me free

I guess a bottle can’t save my life

I guess a bottle can’t tame my mind

I guess a bottle can’t save my life

I guess a bottle can’t tame my mind

This is my reward, a barely beating heart

But I still lie to myself, I always lie to myself

My hands are in the air, and God I hope you’re there

Cause I can’t make it myself, I’ll never make it myself

I don’t know about you, but I’m admitting now that I have a problem

I have a problem

I have a problem

I have a problem

I have a problem