Vices

At 4am I doom scroll the internet

5am stuck living in my head

Maybe I should stop living in my bed

Feels like I'm still tryna catch my breath

I was born tired

Chase the feeling of my life when I was still young

Take a hit and now my throat is wrapped in barbed wire

Make it take me through the day because I'm so numb

Now I'm stuck

Push my luck

For this tension in my lungs

Search the internet for answers

But it's never what I want

Cause

I'm controlled by my vices

Existential crisis

I feel myself slip away

I'm too young to be like this

I'm controlled by my vices

I know its gonna kill me but I like it

The walls close in

I need space

I'm too young to be lifeless

At 8am I finally will fade away

Fuck

I never get to start my day

9am I'm dreaming bouta better place

Feel like heaven look like hell but I know its fake

Dying to find a way to keep the o2 out my lungs

I'm glued to the screen to escape my thoughts

I find peace only when I cough

My body rejects it but I can't get enough

Now I'm stuck

Push my luck

For this tension in my lungs

Search the internet for answers

But it's never what I want

Cause

I'm controlled by my vices

Existential crisis

I feel myself slip away

I'm too young to be like this

I'm controlled by my vices

I know its gonna kill me but I like it

The walls close in

I need space

I'm too young to be lifeless