I'm running out of things to quit
Rumors of my wellness sadly are exaggerated
For the last 3 months
I put the bottle down
Because I thought that once
I ditched the booze
I'd feel like new
But all I found was
Same downward spirals
Shame regrets and fits
No matter how many steps I take
I'll always be this
I'm running out of things to quit
Rumors of my wellness sadly are exaggerated
Even when I detoxify
It still feels like I'm picking poison
Sad to say
Encouragement soon became so mundane
Once I had to keep on doing it
Regaining consciousness
Through aches revisited
Crooked broken frames that I can't change
That I gotta live with
As the mountains start to plateau
It feels like maintenance not a milestone
Sorry that I sound annoyed
I know that it is not the point
Someone tell me when the joy kicks in
I'm running out of things to quit
Rumors of my wellness sadly are exaggerated
Even when I detoxify
It still feels like I'm picking poison
I'm running out of things to quit
Self-improvement is so damn overrated
Even when I detoxify
It still feels like I'm picking poison
I'm running out of things to quit
Rumors of my wellness
Are sadly exaggerated
Even when I detoxify
It still feels like I'm picking poison
Still feels like I'm picking poison