Poison Routine

I want to be clear now
This feeling inside, it's just so sweet, but when I
Wake up I'm feeling so down
But then I do it again, and again, so sweet,

sometimes I

Wonder if one of these nights
I will push myself past the point
Where there's no turning back
But in this moment I like to believe
That my loss of control hasn't taken control over me

Woke up Monday hungover
The hair of the dog, give me life, can't complain, it's on me
But if I could do it over
You know that I would, can't pretend, C'est la vie,

sometimes I

Wonder if one of these nights
I will push myself past the point
Where there's no turning back
But in this moment I like to believe
That my loss of control hasn't taken control over me

Every night when I look in the mirror I see
The face of a stranger staring back at me
Someday I'll finally
Break from this poison routine
...probably

Sometimes I

Wonder if one of these nights
I will push myself past the point
Where there's no turning back
But in this moment I like to believe
That my loss of control hasn't taken control over me