mellow/dramatic - Atlas

4 years since I last had medicine

Aside from acetaminophen

New day, same question, «what hell is this?»

Half-inch-cracked door, let the devil in often

Cracked lid, bottle full of options

I fucking hate feeling nauseous

Even pre-quarantine, I was inside all the time

Need to exchange my jealousy for pride

Need change

But don’t want to

Work on

What I need to

Change, it’s

Hopeless

Never honest

6 years of an uphill battle

Same climb, same drudge, same judgment always

New vices, the cup left hollow

Wall stained, same spot, puked blood in the hallway

Last night, bed is a mess

Last night’s drink still fresh on my breath

Past lives fill my shoes in my stead

I could swear that’s not what I said

Sorry

Need change

But don’t want to

Work on

What I need to

Change, it’s

Hopeless

Never honest