mellow/dramatic Songtext
von Atlas

Four years since i lasted had medicine
Besides from acetaminophen
New day, same question
"what the hell is this"
Half inch, cracked door, let the devil in
Often cracked lid, bottles full of options
I fucking hate feeling nauseous
Even pre-quarantine, i was inside all the time
Need to exchange my jealous for pride
Need change
But i don′t want to
Work on
What i need to
Change, it's
Hopeless
Never honest


6 years of an uphill battle
Same climb, same drudge, same judgmental
New vices, the cup left hollow
Wall stained, same spot, puked blood in the hallway
Last night, bed is a mess
Last nights drink still fresh on my breath
Past lives fill up my shoes in my stead
I could swear that′s not what i said
Sorry
Need change
But i don't want to
Work on
What i need to
Change, it's
Hopeless
Never honest