My Big Bag Of Excuses For This Hole i Dug Myself Into Testo

I’m in my bag of excuses for bad decisions I made
Bad actions stemming from trauma that doesn’t justificate
I look around and see all of this destruction and decay
But I think that the only difference is
I didn’t see what was right in my face

At some point you have to face it
Used to think fixing my problems was caving
I used to think that my problems were what made me special
And that shit is dangerous And I used to think that if I got better
My art would suffer as a trade and
It got to the point where I thought
My mental well-being ain’t even worth saving
But honestly I was mistaken

What the fuck was I on?
How could I be so wrong?
I was down for so long
I dug myself too far
What the fuck was I on?
How could I be so wrong?
I made myself the problem

I was a victim of temptation and my own temperament
I get too passionate, I come off batshit
And I’m just a magnet for tragic infatuation
Almost had it but I couldn’t capture it
Don’t want to trap it, don’t know what’s happening
But when you’re laughing, it’s great distraction I think we might just be moving too fast, yeah
Keep your hands in at all time and belts fastened

I don’t know
What the fuck I was on
How could I be so wrong?
I was down for so long
I dug myself too far
What the fuck was I on?
How could I be so wrong?
I made myself the problem

And honestly I don’t know
What the fuck I was on
How could I be so wrong?
I was down for so long
I dug myself too far
What the fuck was I on?
How could I be so wrong?
I made myself the problem