CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : My Big Bag Of Excuses For This Hole I Dug Myself Into
I'm in my bag of excuses for bad decisions I've made
Bad actions stemming from trauma that doesn't justificate
I look around and see all of this destruction and decay
But I think that the only difference is
I didn't see what was right in my face
At some point you have to face it
Used to think fixing my problems was caving
I used to think that my problems were what made me special
And that shit is dangerous
And I used to think that if I got better
My art would suffer as a trade and
It got to the point where I thought
My mental well-being ain't even worth saving
But honestly I was mistaken
What the f*ck was I on?
How could I be so wrong?
I was down for so long
I dug myself too far
What the f*ck was I on?
How could I be so wrong?
I made myself the problem
I was a victim of temptation and my own temperament
I get too passionate and I come off batshit
And I'm just a magnet for tragic infatuation
And I almost had it but I couldn't capture it
Don't want to trap it, don't know what's happening
But when you're laughing, it's a great distraction
I think we might just be moving too fast, yeah
Keep your hands in at all time and belts fastened
I don't know what the
f*ck I was on
How could I be so wrong?
I was down for so long
I dug myself too far
What the f*ck was I on?
How could I be so wrong?
I made myself the problem
And honestly I don't know what the
f*ck I was on
How could I be so wrong?
I was down for so long
I dug myself too far
What the f*ck was I on?
How could I be so wrong?
I made myself the problem
Bad actions stemming from trauma that doesn't justificate
I look around and see all of this destruction and decay
But I think that the only difference is
I didn't see what was right in my face
At some point you have to face it
Used to think fixing my problems was caving
I used to think that my problems were what made me special
And that shit is dangerous
And I used to think that if I got better
My art would suffer as a trade and
It got to the point where I thought
My mental well-being ain't even worth saving
But honestly I was mistaken
What the f*ck was I on?
How could I be so wrong?
I was down for so long
I dug myself too far
What the f*ck was I on?
How could I be so wrong?
I made myself the problem
I was a victim of temptation and my own temperament
I get too passionate and I come off batshit
And I'm just a magnet for tragic infatuation
And I almost had it but I couldn't capture it
Don't want to trap it, don't know what's happening
But when you're laughing, it's a great distraction
I think we might just be moving too fast, yeah
Keep your hands in at all time and belts fastened
I don't know what the
f*ck I was on
How could I be so wrong?
I was down for so long
I dug myself too far
What the f*ck was I on?
How could I be so wrong?
I made myself the problem
And honestly I don't know what the
f*ck I was on
How could I be so wrong?
I was down for so long
I dug myself too far
What the f*ck was I on?
How could I be so wrong?
I made myself the problem
