Horrorshow - Melancholaholic Lyrics
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    Melancholaholic

    [Intro: Solo]
    Melancholaholic
    I'm a melancholaholic, yeah

    [Verse 1: Solo]
    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 nametag on like "Hi, my name's Nick, I'm an addict"
    Been workin' 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?
    Lovin' 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

    [Pre-Chorus: Solo]
    If you fit the description, yeah
    (Is the glass half full or half empty?)
    Better fill your prescription, 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 addiction

    [Chorus: Solo]
    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 melanchola—melancholaholic, yeah

    [Interlude: Slug, Solo]
    Hi, my name is Sean
    Hi, Sean, do you have something you'd like to share today?

    [Verse 2: Slug]
    Sometimes it kinda feels like
    I'm in front of a broken mirror, I'm searchin' my face
    Shovel through my dirt like I deserve some grace
    Lookin' at my reflection, but my first reflex is
    To try to turn away and get some personal space
    How the hell'd 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 a ear
    I'm tryna hear that bell, communicate that clear
    But evidently, I don't know ya like I think I do
    'Cause I'm pre-assuming that you'd even let me speak to you
    School of hotbox, never learned to keep my cool
    The freakazoid that be avoidin' all the peekaboo
    Gotta jump back and excuse myself
    From a momentary lapse of existence
    It doesn't even make a difference, it's why I keep comin' up missin'
    Man, listen

    [Pre-Chorus: Solo]
    If you fit the description, yeah
    (Is the glass half full or half empty?)
    Better fill your prescription, 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 addiction

    [Chorus: Solo]
    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 melanchola—melancholaholic

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