[Intro]

One, two, one, two
I've been drinkin', how bout you?

[Jared Armijo-Wardle]

I think I've discovered
Forever at the bottom
Of this well worn tumbler
But I'm always halfway to zero

[Talls]

Another empty, 750ml bottle of that scotch whiskey
With enough beer jugs piled high up in the kitchen
I could melt em' all down
Build a glass house for me to go sit in
I'm not gonna front, it's been a rough twelve months
I've stayed numbed up, with each sip from the cup
As the front door shuts, it's goodbye to the world
Pour another refill, then goodnight, sleep tight, yea right
Can I get a do-over?
Cause the last three-six-five
I've probably only spent like, two of those sober
And those two were just cause I was too fuckin' hungover
My studio apartment and I have one thing in common
We're both starting to feel smaller
This abuse I won't condone it
Just like my dream house, wish i could own it

[Jared Armijo-Wardle]

I think I've discovered
Forever at the bottom
Of this well worn tumbler
But I'm always halfway to zero

[Talls]

I made it home from the grind, I'm trying to switch the style up
Thrown on running shoes, lift those weights
Better options on my plate
Salmon, broccoli, a cut of lean steak
A brand new me feeling great
But then 9pm hits
And sober me slides right past the sink
To the fridge and pours a drink
After two weeks, I stopped working out
Went right back to that same routine
How come I can never stick with something long enough
To see that bright green pasture
Feels like I've been stuck up in the bleachers
With my face featured on a big screen plastered
Laughing at current me's meager attempts
To get it together
Whatever I don't do won't hurt me
Or is it, whatever I don't know will eventually snowball and grow
Until it's way too big to control, like that

[Jared Armijo-Wardle]

I think I've discovered
Forever at the bottom
Of this well worn tumbler
But I'm always halfway to zero

[Talls]

Liquor and music seem to complement one another
To the point, I would never cheat on either one
So I bring both to the function
I'm in love with each of em', even though they've got loaded guns
Pointed directly at my epitaph
This rap is the only thing that I'm good at
I'm just tired of taking a stab
When I need to cut this whole fucking thing in half
Yes I write this cause this is all that I have
The passion has never left, but what has
Is that idea that I'm never gonna reach or be heard
By more than the same 200 fans
That use to eat at me every night
I don't want my bark to be worse than my bite
I want my bite to be felt by the ones who can relate to the escape
As I set down this drink in my hand

[Outro x4]

Oh river
The smoke and mirrors
We're all swimming, all swimming, we're swimming