I'm adjusting to the pressure but I'm still sinking in
Continuing to dig this hole I've planted myself in
And I'm teetering the lines that read, "insane" and "obscene"
Would you have me one more night
Show which cut rips the deepest
I'm always f*cking with the vises
That compress what's left of me
Such a waste of talent
It doesn't matter
It's just one more drink
And I ain't trippin' on your pussy
But I can still smell you on my jeans
Such a waste of talent
It doesn't matter
I did this to me
To be honest, I hate that I'm missing your taste
It hasn't left me since we fogged up all my windows last week
I've misconstrued the words that you said
With the things we should have done in a bed
You were better off a thought in my head
I'm always f*cking with the vises
That compress what's left of me
Such a waste of talent
It doesn't matter
It's just one more drink
And I ain't trippin' on your pussy
But I can still smell you on my jeans
Such a waste of talent
It doesn't matter
I did this to me
I'm always f*cking with the vises
That compress what's left of me
Such a waste of talent
It doesn't matter
It's just one more drink
I did this to me
They call my name
The substances that I replaced with ones like you
Never hopeless, merely fatally flawed
I know you're craving the poison too
And we're left so powerless
No self-will left to pull us out of this
So light up this abyss
And show me how to live