High on Stress

I’m high on stress

I’m a goddamn mess

The tightening in my chest

To think I traded drugs for this

Another drink should do the trick

Daily habits take their grip

I’m getting lost in my own head with every single god damn sip

Yeah maybe I should just leave

I’m losing my mind.

Wash it out with the low tide

And I’m left wondering

How your still by my side

Gettin’ mad at the little things

Cept the light you bring and your diamond ring

I’ll take it all for granted

As you take it all back