Falling by the wayside with these habits I keep shaking New jeans with the same old baggie in my pocket Trying to find the way but ain't no way back where I've gone New me with the same old baggage in my closet Yeah, yeah Can't save me y'all, they say I'm lost I can't even start to count all of the days I've lost After nights of losing count of all the drinks I bought Self-medicating just to get the weight all off Only starts with a shot then it's four in a row Next thing you in the bathroom scoring some blow See it is what it is and it's all that I know But I'm getting to a fork in the road I know the way it's been, I take it in Feel I gotta start learning to pray again I try to wash away the sins But they like tattoos on my skin I've been sitting here scrubbing 'em Tryna cover 'em but I'm stuck with 'em Struggling, drunk and stumbling, while I'm juggling Habits that are both the cause and the cure of my suffering I know it's becoming a little troubling Falling by the wayside with these habits I keep shaking New jeans with the same old baggie in my pocket, yeah Trying to find the way but ain't no way back where I've gone New me with the same old baggage in my closet Yeah, yeah Bloody red murder, they whisper and murmur How did Ren get here? Nature or nurture I nurture my nature, divine misbehavior Reaching for a bottle, thought the spirit was my Savior Chopping up my brain cells when I'm reaching for the pot But pots the only shot I got to stop this ticking clock (Tick, tick) Counting down the minutes till that something in me pops And resurrects a disconnect that helps me self-destruct And when I'm down on my luck Wasted, brain-dead, vacant, faded (I get) wasted (to get) brain-dead (Mind so) vacant, (I'm so) faded (All the time) wasted, (another line) brain-dead (Feeling so) vacant, (leaving I'm) faded Complicated, in-house patient Wasted, brain-dead, vacant, faded Tripping with my back against the wall Caught inside a rising tide, I fall Taken by the madness of it all I'm falling Falling by the wayside with these habits I keep shaking New jeans with the same old baggie in my pocket, yeah Trying to find the way but ain't no way back where I've gone New me with the same old baggage in my closet Yeah, yeah Trying to find the way but ain't no way back where I've gone New me with the same old baggage in my closet