I Have A Problem - Beartooth

I found my vice 
I found my vice
It lives in a bottle and wants me to die 

I found my vice 
I found my vice
It lives in a bottle and wants me to die 

But I wanna be alive
GO!

God I wanna call you my father 
I'm sick of drinking my life away 
I can't remember anything 
This isn't fun anymore 
My body's glued to the floor 
When did my king start living inside a glass bottle? 

I'm dying, I'm done lying to myself 
If I'm living, its inside a hollow shell 
My stomach is bleeding 
But I'm still drinking 
A hole inside me is now more than a metaphor 

I guess a bottle can't save my life 
I guess a bottle can't tame my mind 

This is my reward, a barely beating heart 
But I still lie to myself, I always lie to myself 
My hands are in the air, and God I hope you're there 
Cause I can't make it myself, I'll never make it myself 

Standing up just to fall back down 
Screaming nonsense to hear the sound 
It doesn't matter if nobody's around 
I'll hit the bottom just to feel the ground 

Substance therapy never set me free
Substance therapy never set me free

I guess a bottle can't save my life 
I guess a bottle can't tame my mind 

I guess a bottle can't save my life 
I guess a bottle can't tame my mind 

This is my reward, a barely beating heart 
But I still lie to myself, I always lie to myself 
My hands are in the air, and God I hope you're there 
Cause I can't make it myself, I'll never make it myself 

I don't know about you, but I'm admitting now that I have a problem 

I have a problem
I have a problem 
I have a problem
I have a problem
Artist: Beartooth
Title: I Have A Problem