Call It A Vice

(Two, three)
Damn, this vice sure keeps grippin' tighter
Thought I'd find a way to slip out of it by now

Well, I tend to fall in love when there's liquor in my blood
And I should swear it off but broken bones they need a crutch
And I feel more like myself when I become someone else
And that ain't right
That ain't right

Well I forget a lot of yesterdays and I guess that that's alright
'Cause everyday feels like a war I didn't start but have to fight
Is it the alcohol or loneliness or something in between
Makes these walls feel damn small and closing into me, well

Damn, this vice sure, keeps grippin' tighter
Thought I'd find a way to slip out of it by now
But I keep pourin' bottles like I'll be gone tomorrow
Keep going like this I might be right
I guess that's why they call it a vice
'Cause it gets tighter all the time
It gets tighter all the time

Well I like myself better when I'm busy getting stoned
'Cause I talk to myself and I don't feel so damn alone
My friends ain't there for me, or maybe I ain't there for them
Well, I don't know
I don't know

Doctor gave me pills but I won't take 'em, I'm too proud
My baby gave me love but I just won't stick around
Jesus gave me mercy but I keep on letting him down
I'm a no good man with a no good plan
And I just can't help myself now

Damn, this vice sure is a real good liar
Just a taste'll get you gettin by just fine
But now I keep chasing old highs, like I won't last 'til sunrise
Keep going like this, I might be right

Damn, this vice sure, keeps grippin' tighter
Thought I'd find a way to slip out of it by now
But I keep pourin' bottles like I'll be gone tomorrow
Keep going like this I might be right
I guess that's why they call it a vice
'Cause it gets tighter all the time
It gets tighter all the time