[Spoken]
(Anyway, here we go)
[Verse 1]
Wonder how I didn’t die
This is not my life, I’m no survivor, I only happened to survive
Wonder how I sleep at night
Well I count pink elephants, blessings, and skeletons
Down the days I have left, with one eye open
That was me screaming, “Bitch, I am reality”
Then stumbling off to lose myself in a brown paper bag 'cause me and Sweet Evan Williams got a date down on Avenue A
Staving shakes, scraping change till daybreak
Turns out anyone can eat out the trash
Then wakе up on a freeway mid-crash
[Chorus]
I was drunk when I made my bed
Now with a half-dеcade hangover I lay down in it
What have I done? Don't know what I've said
It’s a half-decade hangover, either this, in jail, or dead
It’s a half-decade hangover, Jesus Christ, my aching head
[Verse 2]
Waste not, want not borrowed time
Lender knows I’ve tried to make it right
Give back my life, and if not
Take it, 'cause lately I been thinking maybe I could
Take it or leave it, if I can’t at least break even, then I’m leaving when
I been feelin' this awful since, see I hit bottom and
I said, “Hand me my shovel, I’m-a going in!”
Oh brother, man, you call that recovered?
Tripped on a couple steps and collapsed on the stairs
Broke my neck on the backs of those who I hurt and scared
Like it’s a good thing you said, “You’ve got your whole life ahead”
Oh great, another half a century to live to regret
And I’d rather be anybody else instead
(Anyway, here we go)
[Verse 1]
Wonder how I didn’t die
This is not my life, I’m no survivor, I only happened to survive
Wonder how I sleep at night
Well I count pink elephants, blessings, and skeletons
Down the days I have left, with one eye open
That was me screaming, “Bitch, I am reality”
Then stumbling off to lose myself in a brown paper bag 'cause me and Sweet Evan Williams got a date down on Avenue A
Staving shakes, scraping change till daybreak
Turns out anyone can eat out the trash
Then wakе up on a freeway mid-crash
[Chorus]
I was drunk when I made my bed
Now with a half-dеcade hangover I lay down in it
What have I done? Don't know what I've said
It’s a half-decade hangover, either this, in jail, or dead
It’s a half-decade hangover, Jesus Christ, my aching head
[Verse 2]
Waste not, want not borrowed time
Lender knows I’ve tried to make it right
Give back my life, and if not
Take it, 'cause lately I been thinking maybe I could
Take it or leave it, if I can’t at least break even, then I’m leaving when
I been feelin' this awful since, see I hit bottom and
I said, “Hand me my shovel, I’m-a going in!”
Oh brother, man, you call that recovered?
Tripped on a couple steps and collapsed on the stairs
Broke my neck on the backs of those who I hurt and scared
Like it’s a good thing you said, “You’ve got your whole life ahead”
Oh great, another half a century to live to regret
And I’d rather be anybody else instead
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