Anaconda Vice - Free Throw

Self-medication for short-term elation

Vacation from racing thoughts

A complacent existence

Refusal to give in to the fact I am truly lost

As thoughts of you fade, I think that I’m safe

In a web spun from traces of dependency

And I know

I’m letting shit pile up

To the point that my knees give out and go back to my old crutch

I need to find

A new way of coping

A different distraction

A new plan of action

But I can’t imagine anything other than…

Self-medication for short-term elation

Vacation from racing thoughts

A complacent existence

Refusal to give in to the fact that I’m truly lost

As thoughts of this fade, I know I’m not safe

In a web spun from time wasted in a place I should not be

I spent the whole night getting wine-drunk and reading

Until I grew woozy and the lines lost their meaning

The room is now spinning

So I turn off the ceiling fan

I spent the whole night getting wine-drunk and reading

Until I grew woozy and the lines lost their meaning

The room is now spinning

So I bury my face in my hands

Fuck!

I’m spinning

I’m spinning

I’m spinning out of control

I’m spinning

I’m spinning

I’m spinning out of control

I’m spinning

I’m spinning

I’m spinning out of control

The light’s dimming

My mind’s giving out