Текст песни Melancholaholic - Atmosphere , Horrorshow

Melancholaholic, yeah
I'm a Melancholaholic, yeah

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 name tag on like, "Hi, my name's Nyck, I'm an addict"
Been working 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
Loving 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

If you fit the description, yeah
(Is the glass half full or half empty?)
Better fill your prescription, yeah, 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 addictions
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 Melancholo-, Melancholaholic

Hi, my name is Sean
Hi, Sean
Do you have something you'd like to share today?

Sometimes it kinda feels like I'm in front of a broken mirror
I'm searching my face
Shovel through my dirt like I deserve some grace
Looking at my reflection but my first reflex
Is to try to turn away and get some personal space
How the hell did 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 that ear
I'm tryna hear that bell, communicate that clear
But evidently I don't know you like I think I do
'Cause I'm pre-assuming that you'd even let me speak to you
School of hardbox, never learned to keep my cool
The freakazoid that be avoiding all the peek-a-boo
Gotta jump back and excuse myself from a momentary lapse of existence
It doesn't even make a difference why I keep coming up missing
Man, listen

If you fit the description, yeah
(Is the glass half full or half empty?)
Better fill your prescription, yeah, 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 addictions
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 Melancholo-, Melancholaholic