[Chorus 1] Self-medication for short-term elation
Vacation from racing thoughts
Like a [?] The fact that I am truly lost
I'm such a [?], I think that I'm sick
[?] [Verse 1] And I know
I'm like a ship bottle
To the point that my knees give out and come back to my old crutch
I need to find a new way of coping

[Pre-Chorus] A different distraction
A new plan of action
And I can't imagine anything…

[Chorus 2] Other than self-medication for short-term elation
Vacation from racing thoughts
I'm complacent [?] the fact that I'm truly lost
I'm such a misfit
I know I'm not safe
In a web spun from time wasted in a place I should not be

[Bridge] [?] Wine-drunk and reading
Until I grow woozy and lies lost their meaning
The room is now spinning
So turn off the ceiling fan
I spent the whole night getting wine-drunk and reading
Until I grow woozy and lines lost their meaning
The room is now spinning
So I bury my face in my hands
Fuck!
I'm spinning
I'm spinning
I'm spinning out of control
I'm spinning
I'm spinning
I'm spinning out of control

[Outro] I'm spinning
I'm spinning
I'm spinning out of control
[?] My mind's giving out