Best of Me

Pick myself up and I go home

Stumbling along the yellow line road

It's 5 A.M., sun is creeping in

Took a wrong turn and ended up

Going out for one until I got stuck

I'm riding on the wrong side again

Rinse, repeat history

I drank three shots of misery

I'm flying on a high again

It's almost like I live for the thrill of it

Like a rollercoaster ride that I'm not strapped in

No fighting all my vices

A last cigarette out in the rain

I promise myself I won't do it again

And I'm trying

But all my vices get the best of me

Get the best of me

Hate it but I know that I'll be back

'Cause it's not the first time and it's not the last

I'm deep in, in the deep end

Always holding on when I'm coming down

If I'm already gone can I be found?

Is this what I'm meant to be, my own worst enemy?

So let me sit here and drink my misery

It's almost like I live for the thrill of it

Like a rollercoaster ride that I'm not strapped in

No fighting all my vices

A last cigarette out in the rain

I promise myself I won't do it again

And I'm trying

But all my vices get the best of me

Get the best of me

It's 5:03 A.M., sun is creeping in

It's almost like I live for the thrill of it

Should be saying no, here we go again

Lost my shoes, fuck

It's almost like I live for the thrill of it

Like a rollercoaster ride that I'm not strapped in

No fighting all my vices

A last cigarette out in the rain

I promise myself I won't do it again

And I'm trying

But all my vices get the best of me

Get the best of me