Self (feat. Kris Beeks)

Self Medicating Impatient Always condescending Just can't pick myself up off the ground Self Deprecating Neurotic loser that always ends up fading Back into the blackness of the room Maybe I took my chance too soon Maybe I took my chance too Soon Constant memories that fade to ash Like every single good thing in my path Dust and soot cloud my way When there's nothing much redeeming left to say Self Medicating Impatient Always condescending Just can't pick myself up off the ground Self Deprecating Neurotic loser that always ends up fading Back into the blackness of the room Maybe I took my chance too soon Maybe I took my chance too soon Maybe I took my chance too soon Soon Maybe I took my chance too soon Too soon Maybe I took my chance too Soon