Addvice

D
I try to be an optimist
Bm                     G
But my glass is always bone dry
                                   D
So, I gotta fill it up or get high to get by
               Bm
To just try to tiptoe the tightrope
G
This pessimism’s a disease
D                          Bm
When depression and apathy sets in
G
A complete lack of all motivation
D                 Bm
To reach any goal dig deeper the hole
G
We've dug with distraction and give in to a vice

[instramental]
D Bm G
D Bm G
D Bm G

[Verse 2]
D
When it's hard to wake up
Bm
Hard to function
G            G
Hard to cope
D         Bm
Without a six pack
G                               G
A bag of weed or a bump of coke
D          Bm
We've lost autonomy
    G
And depleted all our dopamine
   D                     Bm
Now the world does seem a dreary place
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G
Devoid of any hope without a vice

[Chorus]
(D, Bm)
A                  G                D     Bm
We poison ourselves and don't think twice
A                         G                     D    Bm
About the consequence when the crutches feel so nice
A                       G
When we put band aids on our bullet wounds we
Bm Bm    A A      D
Subtract good add vice

[instramental]
D Bm G
D Bm G
D Bm G

[Bridge]
D
When we decide to stop
N.C.
Can’t go cold Turkey
Bm                     G                   D
Cause you're left with a brain all out of wack
D                  Bm
Though it can be a quick hazy
        A
Saunter down to rock bottom
G
It's a long road back
D           Bm                   A
There ain't no seatbelts on this wagon
           G                        D
With every speed bump were launched back
D         Bm
To square one where we tell ourselves
G
That well do better tomorrow
D       Bm                G
We tell ourselves promise ourselves that we'll do better tomorrow
(I'm not sure that I'll be any better tomorrow)
D       Bm               G
We tell ourselves Lie to ourselves that we'll do better tomorrow
(I'm not sure that I'll be any stronger tomorrow)
D       Bm                G
We tell ourselves promise ourselves that we'll do better tomorrow
(I'm not sure that I wanna wake up tomorrow)

[Pre-Chorus]
D            Bm                 A
Sooner those tomorrows cease to come
              G             D
When you live anchored to a vice

[Chorus]
(D, Bm)
A                  G                D     Bm
We poison ourselves and don't think twice
A                         G                     D    Bm
About the consequence when the crutches feel so nice
A                       G
When we put band aids on our bullet wounds we
Bm Bm    A A      D
Subtract good add vice

[Chorus]
(D, Bm)
A                  G                D     Bm
We poison ourselves and don't think twice
A                         G                     D    Bm
About the consequence when the crutches feel so nice
A                       G
When we put band aids on our bullet wounds we
Bm Bm    A A      D
Subtract good add vice