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Melancholaholic
I'm a melancholaholic, yeah

If you get down, you came to the right place
A safe space where you can't go wrong
Pull up a chair, it's my turn to share
This is where you and I belong
Got my nametag on like "Hi, my name's Nick, I'm an addict"
Been workin' on tryna kick the habit
And I can do it all by myself, no cry for help
Instead I'ma set off my flare for the dramatic
What's it gonna take?
How many more of these breakthroughs I gotta make?
How many more hours out the day do I gotta waste?
Lovin' the taste of sour grapes, I mean
Must be some kind of mistake
Or maybe I just like it this way
I got so much self to be
If I could just get the help I need

If you fit the description, yeah
(Is the gla** half full or half empty?)
Better fill your prescription, yeah
(I might drink it all down, don't tempt me)
Spokesman for the broken-hearted
You don't wanna get me started, no
That's why I stay so guarded
Tryna fight my addiction
I'm a melancholaholic, yeah
I'm a melancholaholic, yeah
Yeah, I think I got a problem
And don't know what else to call it
I'm a melanchola—melancholaholic, yeah

Hi, my name is Sean
Hi, Sean, do you have something you'd like to share today?

Sometimes it kinda feels like
I'm in front of a broken mirror, I'm searchin' my face
Shovel through my dirt like I deserve some grace
Lookin' at my reflection, but my first reflex is
To try to turn away and get some personal space
How the hell'd we end up here?
I'm tryna raise a little hell, but it's been a rough year
I wanna tell you what I felt if you'd lend a ear
I'm tryna hear that bell, communicate that clear
But evidently, I don't know ya like I think I do
'Cause I'm pre-a**uming that you'd even let me speak to you
School of hotbox, never learned to keep my cool
The freakazoid that be avoidin' all the peekaboo
Gotta jump back and excuse myself
From a momentary lapse of existence
It doesn't even make a difference, it's why I keep comin' up missin'
Man, listen
If you fit the description, yeah
(Is the gla** half full or half empty?)
Better fill your prescription, yeah
(I might drink it all down, don't tempt me)
Spokesman for the broken-hearted
You don't wanna get me started, no
That's why I stay so guarded
Tryna fight my addiction

I'm a melancholaholic, yeah
I'm a melancholaholic, yeah
Yeah, I think I got a problem
And don't know what else to call it
I'm a melanchola—melancholaholic

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