Kick Myself

Been talking to a doctor, been talking to the Lord
Cut off a couple people that don’t hear from me no more
They say it’s for the better, but is it really for the best?
They said I’d get more sleep, but I ain’t getting any rest

Ooh, nothing’s changed, in a way, it’s getting way worse, way worse
Ooh, don’t think I’m doing myself any favors, favors, since I

Kicked the bottle, kicked the bag
Scratched the Broadway off the map
Maybe that’d work if I was someone else
Kicked the strangers out my bed
Kicked the voices out my head
Did my best, but I just can’t kick myself

Me, myself, and I
These rambling ways won’t ever die
Lord knows that my mama tried
But I just can’t kick myself

Everybody on the outside, it’s easy looking in
Probably think I’m doing great like, “Take a look at him
He’s gone and straightened up now, he’s finally walking lines”
I ain’t lying, I was probably doing fine before I

Kicked the bottle, kicked the bag
Scratched the Broadway off the map
Maybe that’d work if I was someone else
Kicked the strangers out my bed
Kicked the voices out my head
Did my best, but I just can’t kick myself

Me, myself, and I
These rambling ways won’t ever die
Lord knows that my mama tried
Said, “Son, go get some help”
Huh, what I do?
Exactly what they told me to
Kicked the shit that I used to use
But I just can’t kick myself

Kicked the bottle, kicked the bag
Scratched the Broadway off the map
Maybe that’d work if I was someone else
Kicked the strangers out my bed
Kicked the voices out my head
Did my best, but I just can’t kick myself

Me, myself, and I
These rambling ways won’t ever die
Lord knows that my mama tried
Said, “Son, go get some help”
Huh, what I do?
Exactly what they told me to
Kicked the shit that I used to use
But I just can’t kick myself