Oh I got vices, on vinyl
I need to change my ways
Oh I got vices, on vices
I make the same mistakes
Oh I got vices on vices
And they don't understand
They tell me I should get better
But I don't think I can
Gotta lotta bad habits, that I
Can't find a way to fix, and I
Always seem to go for the hard way
If I rub you the wrong way I'm sorry
Say that Imma change and I mean it
Do it all again every weekend
Its so hard to keep a secret
With these demons always screaming in my ear
Throw it all away then it reappears
I'm so numb can't drop no tears
Every time I face my fears
They show me why I just shouldn't
Second third fourth chance never took em
Daydreamed nightmares never shook em
At these walls I keep on lookin' lookin' lookin'
Oh I got vices, on vinyl
I need to change my ways
Oh I got vices, on vices
I make the same mistakes
Oh I got vices on vices
And they don't understand
They tell me I should get better
But I don't think I can
In my room I'm the man on the moon
Tryna figure this out with the tunes
Light it up and get lost in the fumes
And I know it'll catch up to me soon
But I still never change what I do, why
Wintertime feels in July
All my stories have two sides
Which I tell I can't decide
Should I be honest or be fine
And I know and I know
Highs will balance my lows
Trying not to lose control
Oh I got vices, on vinyl
I need to change my ways
Oh I got vices, on vices
I make the same mistakes
Oh I got vices on vices
And they don't understand
They tell me I should get better
But I don't think I can