Like a Cat

I found my vice, I found my vice
 It lives in a bottle and wants me to die
 I found my vice, I found my vice
 It lives in a bottle and wants me to die
 But I wanna be alive
 Go!
 God I wanna call you my father
 I'm sick of drinking my life away, I can't remember anything
 This isn't fun anymore, my body's glued to the floor
 When did my king start living inside a glass bottle?
 I'm dying, I'm done lying to myself
 If I'm living, its inside a hollow shell
 My stomach is bleeding, but I'm still drinking
 A hole inside me is now more than a metaphor
 I guess a bottle can't save my life
 I guess a bottle can't tame my mind
 This is my reward, a barely beating heart
 But I still lie to myself, I always lie to myself
 My hands are in the air, and God I hope you're there
 Cause I can't make it myself, I'll never make it myself
 Standing up just to fall back down
 Screaming nonsense to hear the sound
 It doesn't matter if nobody's around
 I'll hit the bottom just to feel the ground
 Substance therapy, never set me free
 Substance therapy, never set me free
 I guess a bottle can't save my life
 I guess a bottle can't tame my mind
 I guess a bottle can't save my life
 I guess a bottle can't tame my mind
 This is my reward, a barely beating heart
 But I still lie to myself, I always lie to myself
 My hands are in the air, and God I hope you're there
 Cause I can't make it myself, I'll never make it myself
 I don't know about you, but I'm admitting now that I have a problem
 Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhh
 I have a problem
 I have a problem
 I have a problem
 I have a problem