Addvice
Breaking Free from Vices: Days N Daze's Addvice Unveiled
Lyrics
I try to be an optimist
I attempt to maintain a positive outlook
But my glass is always bone dry
My optimism is consistently lacking
So, I gotta fill it up or get high to get by
I need to fill my glass or use substances to endure life
To just try to tiptoe the tightrope
Struggling to navigate a difficult situation delicately
This pessimism's a disease
Pessimism is like an illness
With depression and apathy sets in
When depression and apathy take hold
A complete lack of all motivation
Lack of motivation becomes complete
To reach any goal dig deeper the hole
We deepen the hole we're in by avoiding goals
We've dug with distraction and give in to a vice
We succumb to distractions and vices
When it's hard to wake up
Difficulty waking up
Hard to function
Difficulty functioning
Hard to cope
Difficulty coping
Without a six pack a bag of weed
Substances like alcohol, weed, or cocaine become crutches
Or a bump of coke
Autonomy is lost, and dopamine is depleted
We've lost autonomy
The world appears bleak
And depleted all our dopamine
Hope is absent without a vice
Now the world does seem a dreary place
We poison ourselves without considering consequences
Devoid of any hope without a vice
Using crutches feels comforting despite the harm
We poison ourselves and don't think twice
We choose vices over well-being
About the consequence when the crutches feel so nice
Band-aid solutions to deeper issues
When we put band aids on our bullet wounds we
Choosing vices over positive actions
Subtract good add vice
Replacing good with vice
When we decide to stop
When we decide to quit using vices
Can't go cold Turkey
Quitting abruptly is challenging
Cause you're left with a brain all out of wack
Cold turkey withdrawal leaves the mind disoriented
Though it can be a quick hazy
Withdrawal can be a quick and confusing descent
Saunter down to rock bottom
A journey to rock bottom is a hazy experience
It's a long road back
The road back from rock bottom is long
There ain't no seatbelts on this wagon
No safety nets in this difficult journey
With every speed bump were launched back
Every setback sends us back to the starting point
To square one where we tell ourselves
Starting anew, hoping to do better tomorrow
That well do better tomorrow
Self-promises for improvement tomorrow
We tell ourselves promise ourselves that we'll do better tomorrow
Repeating the promise to do better
(I'm not sure that I'll be any better tomorrow)
Expressing doubt about improvement tomorrow
We tell ourselves lie to ourselves that we'll do better tomorrow
Telling ourselves lies about doing better
(I'm not sure that I'll be any stronger tomorrow)
Doubt about becoming stronger tomorrow
We tell ourselves promise ourselves that we'll do better tomorrow
Repeating the promise to do better
(I'm not sure that I wanna wake up tomorrow)
Expressing uncertainty about wanting to wake up tomorrow
Sooner those tomorrows cease to come
As time passes, hope for a better tomorrow diminishes
When you live anchored to a vice
Living tied to vices becomes an anchor
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