Anaconda Vice Free Throw

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
A different distraction
A new plan of action
But I can't imagine anything other than...

[Chorus]
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