Enthusiast Lyrics

Two a day, to three a day and on.
You're losing your grip and I don't have the time
I cant imagine losing myself like that.
I cant imagine losing myself like that.
You know the consequences, but it's a quick fix.
Nothing will matter when the bottle hits your lips.
It's just so convenient.
It's just so fucking convenient.
I'm all out of help to lend.
When your nights are just a fucking waste.
And you're losing all your friends.
You're dying for one more.