I used to hate to sleep in
Now I pass out for way too long and wake up thankful half the day is gone
Half the time I wake up next to half a bottle
Half asleep at 4am, thinking I'ma want that tomorrow
Twist the cap off, throw it on the floor, throw back and pack a bong full
The odds that I'll accomplish anything today are astronomical
It's flat out comical how bad it's gotten though
Sometimes I wish mom and dad had just left me at the hospital
Thinking back to principals saying I'm gonna have to have a talk with you
That attitude's the only thing that's stopping you
And thinking that was stupid so after school I would cop a few
That was what got me through a lot of seemingly impossible obstacles
When I would get cornered in the locker rooms
By kids who just wanted to sock a dude cuz they had a lot to prove
And I could say I'm better than them but it's not the truth
And it's pulsing in the back of my head like a rotten tooth
When I find myself upgrading my vodka proof
Like eighty isn't doing it, maybe a hundred ought to do the trick
And I can stomach a fifth, but I still get sick
When I stop to consider all that I've got to lose

Sometimes I don't believe it
Then I take another sip and provoke the demons
Home is where the dopamine is to evoke a stroke of genius
I was once a fetus, then I became a defeatist

My glass is half empty, my ass is flat broke
I scavenge my last pennies and that's my last hope
My glass is half empty, my ass is flat broke
I scavenge my last pennies and that's my last hope

Sometimes I wish that I could press rewind
Double shots of whiskey til my debit card gets declined
My dreams get stressful, my sleep's less restful
Lack of deep rest turns me to a depressed asshole
Whose company nobody finds enjoyable
Most companies don't find me employable
I don't speak if it's avoidable
A void has opened and I'm trying to fill it full
There I go, making mountains out of mole hills
Working at a job that kills the soul
There are few aspects of my life that I can still control
When it feels as though someone drilled a hole into my skull
It comes and goes to steal the show, this leech keeps sucking on me
plus if I don't drink a cup of coffee I'm a fucking zombie
Lethargic, retarded, by angels I'm guarded
But by demons I'm haunted, bought it even though didn't want it
But fuck it, now I got it
Pop tops, then wax philosophic
It's safe to assume that if I've got it in a glass, then it's toxic

Sometimes I don't believe it
I'm just trying to unwind, on that old naive shit
Treating open bars like open season
Til my stomach's on fire and my throat is bleeding

My glass is half empty, my ass is flat broke
I scavenge my last pennies and that's my last hope
My glass is half empty, my ass is flat broke
I scavenge my last pennies and that's my last hope

I don't wanna spend the next 50 years dyin
Sitting here crying the roar of a speared lion
Emitting weird vibes, I listen and hear silence
My friends fear for me, but don't wanna interfere with my shit
That's why I spend so much time in private, nine to five it
Then come home and offer my sacrifices to Dionysus
Either that or I rise with the moon and work a night shift
Making my coffee Irish and trying to keep it tight lipped
Tried to get a grip but I slipped
Didn't help much that the love of my life was a lying bitch
But to blame her for the position that I'm in right now
Would just absolve me of the guilt and make me spin right 'round
When the midnight hour strikes, I don't swim, I drown
But that motherfucking lifeguard keeps getting in my mouth
To resuscitate me while I rot from the inside out
Wake up and look around wondering where am I now?
Impatiently await winter's blizzards and then fly south
You think blood's thicker than water, you should check mine out
My weakness is if I'm granted a peaceful moment then I'll seize it
If you can't understand it then cut me open and I'll bleed it

Sometimes I don't believe it
Start to feel depression's pressure but the smoke relieves it
Home is where the dopamine is to evoke a stroke of genius
I was once a fetus, then I became a defeatist

My glass is half empty, my ass is flat broke
I scavenge my last pennies and that's my last hope
My glass is half empty, my ass is flat broke
I scavenge my last pennies and that's my last hope

Sometimes I don't believe it
Then I take another sip and provoke the demons
Home is where the dopamine is to evoke a stroke of genius
I was once a fetus, then I became a defeatist

My glass is half empty, my ass is flat broke
I scavenge my last pennies and that's my last hope
My glass is half empty, my ass is flat broke
I scavenge my last pennies and that's my last hope