Embrace
I'll run away if I know where you're from
It's the way that I love, it's the way I get messed up
The taste of your lips, the weight of your tongue
It's that I get to wake up and feel like I'm someone
I don't wanna waste my time, I feel the wine
Decisions that keep me awake for a long time
In the bathroom of this basement
Tell me how I got here naked
Is it a bad way to phrase it?
I'm sick of feelin' like I embrace that I hate myself
It's not the same when I give it up
Constantly runnin' away from a problem
Makin' mistakes, pretend I'm not wrong
It all catches up just the same in the long run
In the bathroom of this basement
Tell me how I got here naked
Is it a bad way to phrase it?
I'm sick of feelin' like I embrace that I hate myself
I can't stand myself (myself)
Sleep away the guilt
I don't wanna waste my time, I feel alright
At least that's what I tell myself when I get high (I get high)
In the bathroom of this basement
Tell me how I got here naked
Is it a bad way to phrase it?
When I'm sober, I'm gettin' wasted
In the bathroom of this basement
Tell me how I got here naked
Is it a bad way to phrase it?
I'm sick of feelin' like I embrace that I hate myself
(I can't stand myself) hate myself
(Sleep away the guilt) hate myself
(I can't stand myself, myself...)
It's the way that I love, it's the way I get messed up
The taste of your lips, the weight of your tongue
It's that I get to wake up and feel like I'm someone
I don't wanna waste my time, I feel the wine
Decisions that keep me awake for a long time
In the bathroom of this basement
Tell me how I got here naked
Is it a bad way to phrase it?
I'm sick of feelin' like I embrace that I hate myself
It's not the same when I give it up
Constantly runnin' away from a problem
Makin' mistakes, pretend I'm not wrong
It all catches up just the same in the long run
In the bathroom of this basement
Tell me how I got here naked
Is it a bad way to phrase it?
I'm sick of feelin' like I embrace that I hate myself
I can't stand myself (myself)
Sleep away the guilt
I don't wanna waste my time, I feel alright
At least that's what I tell myself when I get high (I get high)
In the bathroom of this basement
Tell me how I got here naked
Is it a bad way to phrase it?
When I'm sober, I'm gettin' wasted
In the bathroom of this basement
Tell me how I got here naked
Is it a bad way to phrase it?
I'm sick of feelin' like I embrace that I hate myself
(I can't stand myself) hate myself
(Sleep away the guilt) hate myself
(I can't stand myself, myself...)
Credits
Writer(s): Bernard Sprenger, Jeremy Mcleod, Mark Wojcicki, Tim Wilson
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