I Have a Problem

I found my vice, I found my vice It lives in a bottle and wants me to die I found my vice, I found my vice It lives in a bottle and wants me to die But I wanna be alive Go God, I wanna call you my father I'm sick of drinking my life away, I can't remember anything This isn't fun anymore, my body's glued to the floor When did my king start living inside a glass bottle? I'm dying, I'm done lying to myself If I'm living, it's inside a hollow shell My stomach is bleeding but I'm still drinking A hole inside me is now more than a metaphor I guess a bottle can't save my life I guess a bottle can't tame my mind This is my reward, a barely beating heart But I still lie to myself, I always lie to myself My hands are in the air, and god, I hope you're there 'Cause I can't make it myself, I'll never make it myself Standing up just to fall back down Screaming nonsense to hear the sound It doesn't matter if nobody's around I'll hit the bottom just to feel the ground Substance therapy never set me free Substance therapy never set me free I guess a bottle can't save my life I guess a bottle can't tame my mind I guess a bottle can't save my life I guess a bottle can't tame my mind This is my reward, a barely beating heart But I still lie to myself, I always lie to myself My hands are in the air, and God, I hope you're there 'Cause I can't make it myself, I'll never make it myself I don't know about you, but I'm admitting now that I have a problem I have a problem I have a problem I have a problem I have a problem