Melancholaholic

Lyrics

[Intro: Solo] Melancholaholic I'm a melancholaholic, yeah [Verse 1: Solo] If you get down, you came to the right place A safe space where you can't go wrong Pull up a chair, it's my turn to share This is where you and I belong Got my nametag on like "Hi, my name's Nick, I'm an addict" Been workin' on tryna kick the habit And I can do it all by myself, no cry for help Instead I'ma set off my flare for the dramatic What's it gonna take? How many more of these breakthroughs I gotta make? How many more hours out the day do I gotta waste? Lovin' the taste of sour grapes, I mean Must be some kind of mistake Or maybe I just like it this way I got so much self to be If I could just get the help I need [Pre-Chorus: Solo] If you fit the description, yeah (Is the glass half full or half empty?) Better fill your prescription, yeah (I might drink it all down, don't tempt me) Spokesman for the broken-hearted You don't wanna get me started, no That's why I stay so guarded Tryna fight my addiction [Chorus: Solo] I'm a melancholaholic, yeah I'm a melancholaholic, yeah Yeah, I think I got a problem And don't know what else to call it I'm a melanchola—melancholaholic, yeah [Interlude: Slug, Solo] Hi, my name is Sean Hi, Sean, do you have something you'd like to share today? [Verse 2: Slug] Sometimes it kinda feels like I'm in front of a broken mirror, I'm searchin' my face Shovel through my dirt like I deserve some grace Lookin' at my reflection, but my first reflex is To try to turn away and get some personal space How the hell'd we end up here? I'm tryna raise a little hell, but it's been a rough year I wanna tell you what I felt if you'd lend a ear I'm tryna hear that bell, communicate that clear But evidently, I don't know ya like I think I do 'Cause I'm pre-assuming that you'd even let me speak to you School of hotbox, never learned to keep my cool The freakazoid that be avoidin' all the peekaboo Gotta jump back and excuse myself From a momentary lapse of existence It doesn't even make a difference, it's why I keep comin' up missin' Man, listen [Pre-Chorus: Solo] If you fit the description, yeah (Is the glass half full or half empty?) Better fill your prescription, yeah (I might drink it all down, don't tempt me) Spokesman for the broken-hearted You don't wanna get me started, no That's why I stay so guarded Tryna fight my addiction [Chorus: Solo] I'm a melancholaholic, yeah I'm a melancholaholic, yeah Yeah, I think I got a problem And don't know what else to call it I'm a melanchola—melancholaholic