Nasty Habits

[Verse 1: Keagan Grimm]
I been to Hell and back, driven by the needle and smoke
I've always been a wreck, now I'm just increasing the dose and I'm (Tell 'em)
Sick of always missing the moments and sick and tired of being sick every morning, I need a 40, ugh
Know that I'm unwell and I sound so depressed
It's hard to get up when I'm Hellbound, oh, what a mess (Now)
Treat me like a criminal and hope that I confess (Wow)
(Sorry I'm so stressed out, sorry I'm such a letdown) (Fuck)
I'm feeling like I'm crackin' at the seams, like the tragedy and agony's exactly what I need (Yeah)
I'm getting over it, I'll never be back
But I'ma keep the ski mask in case I ever relapse

[Chorus: Keagan Grimm]
Just another thing wrong with me
Another prayer on the rosary
Another giant red flag that I shoulda been seen
I ain't never going back to use
Like you got a grip on me, hold on me, I couldn't leave
I've been living my life with my heart on my sleeve
I could write all my poetry, woe is me
But I ain't never going back to use

[Verse 2: Sleep Lyrical]
Jump in the bottle and swim a few laps until I'm faded
Keep faking like I am okay but I'm past the point of cavin'
I swore this drink make me sturdy but I am slowly breakin'
Gotta put my life back in order before I blow and take it
When you look at me witness the pain in my eyes
Wishin' I could just suppress it without downin' drink in the ride
I don't wanna talk to no one, I'm silently waitin' to die
But my father came to me in a dream, he said wake up and grind
He put a spark in me, got up and shook the poison from off of me
No more holding in these emotions, letting them torture me
Time to start embracing the demons and let 'em walk with me
'Cause I don't want the people that count on me see them fall asleep

[Chorus: Keagan Grimm]
Just another thing wrong with me
Another prayer on the rosary
Another giant red flag that I shoulda been seen
I ain't never going back to use
Like you got a grip on me, hold on me, I couldn't leave
I've been living my life with my heart on my sleeve
I could write all my poetry, woe is me
But I ain't never going back to use