VICES.
Don't sleep
The monsters in your head will only get you in your dreams
I can't breathe
Sink your teeth in further cause I like the way it feels
Oh, fuck
Because the drugs work
And when it all hurts
They take the pain away
My nose bleed
Cheaper than therapy
They make me feel OK
Well, I lost myself
Down a one way street
Trying to find what I didn't need
There's something, I must confess
I gotta get this off my chest
Dear diary, these vices are my therapy
These vices are my therapy
These vices are my therapy
Oh, no
I'm burning at both ends
But I love to see the glow
I won't learn
I know that it's not hell because I
Like the way it burns
You're drowning in the deep end
There's no one here to see
The irony is fucked up
But these vices are my therapy
Because the drugs work
And when it all hurts
They take the pain away
My nose bleed
Cheaper than therapy
They make me feel OK
Well, I lost myself
Down a one way street
Trying to find what I didn't need
There's something, I must confess
I gotta get this off my chest
Dear diary, these vices are my therapy
These vices are my therapy
These vices are my therapy
We're drowning in the deep end
There's no one here to see
The irony is fucked up
Cause these vices are my therapy
Because the drugs work
And when it all hurts
They take the blues away
There's something I must confess
I gotta get this off my chest
Dear diary, these vices are my therapy
The monsters in your head will only get you in your dreams
I can't breathe
Sink your teeth in further cause I like the way it feels
Oh, fuck
Because the drugs work
And when it all hurts
They take the pain away
My nose bleed
Cheaper than therapy
They make me feel OK
Well, I lost myself
Down a one way street
Trying to find what I didn't need
There's something, I must confess
I gotta get this off my chest
Dear diary, these vices are my therapy
These vices are my therapy
These vices are my therapy
Oh, no
I'm burning at both ends
But I love to see the glow
I won't learn
I know that it's not hell because I
Like the way it burns
You're drowning in the deep end
There's no one here to see
The irony is fucked up
But these vices are my therapy
Because the drugs work
And when it all hurts
They take the pain away
My nose bleed
Cheaper than therapy
They make me feel OK
Well, I lost myself
Down a one way street
Trying to find what I didn't need
There's something, I must confess
I gotta get this off my chest
Dear diary, these vices are my therapy
These vices are my therapy
These vices are my therapy
We're drowning in the deep end
There's no one here to see
The irony is fucked up
Cause these vices are my therapy
Because the drugs work
And when it all hurts
They take the blues away
There's something I must confess
I gotta get this off my chest
Dear diary, these vices are my therapy
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Writer(s): Matthew Ryan Bankhurst
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