I’m not an addict I just sometimes fucking hate myself
I’m not a victim, I’m not lonely, and I’m doing well for myself
I drive a sports car, got a couple houses, fly first class
So why when I wake up and see my reflection does it make me sick?

I don’t care anymore I’ve got a sickness in my soul
I’m on my shit again
I find it kinda funny being out of control
Feed me Lorazepam

My wife she loves me, I’ve got friends who’d jump in front of a train
But every waking minute I’m tormented by my fucked up brain
Folks pay to meet me, take a photo, tell me I should smile
But all I wanna do is take a match and set whole place on fire

I don’t care anymore I’ve got a sickness in my soul
I’m on my shit again
I find it kinda funny being out of control
Feed me Lorazepam

My parents sometimes try to reach me but I never respond
Not really sure why I’m still pissed off but it’s part of my brand now
I’ve got no reason to so tell me why I feel like shit
Lucky for me I’m pretty good at acting like I’ve got a hold on this

I don’t care anymore I’ve got a sickness in my soul
I’m on my shit again
I find it kinda funny being out of control
Feed me Lorazepam

I’m not an addict I just sometimes fucking hate myself
Every waking minute I’m tormented by my fucked up brain
I’ve got no reason to so tell me why I feel like shit
All due offense I don’t feel bad if I push you away