Will Wood - Half-Decade Hangover lyrics
[Will Wood - Half-Decade Hangover lyrics]
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 wake up on the freeway mid-crash
I was drunk when I made my bed
Now with a half-decade 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
Waste not, want not borrowed time
And lender knows I’ve tried to make you 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
I hit bottom and
Said, "Hand me my shovel, I’m 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’ve 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
I’d rather be anybody else instead
'Cause I was drunk when I made my bed
Now with a half-decade 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
Sober, but still so much hangs over
Please believe me when I say that I’ve
Poured my whole past down the drain
Say that a second chance is
A chance I can take
But I can’t make amends for
Things I can't remember
I can only say I'm
Sorry and occasionally pray
Guess you’ll just have to take
My word that I’ve changed
After one thousand eight hundred
Twenty five days
I was drunk when I made my bed
Now with a half-decade hangover I
Lay down in it
What have I done? Don't know what I've said
It’s a half-decade hangover
Hand me my ibuprofen
It’s a half-decade hangover, Jesus Christ
My aching head
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 wake up on the freeway mid-crash
I was drunk when I made my bed
Now with a half-decade 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
Waste not, want not borrowed time
And lender knows I’ve tried to make you 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
I hit bottom and
Said, "Hand me my shovel, I’m 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’ve 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
I’d rather be anybody else instead
'Cause I was drunk when I made my bed
Now with a half-decade 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
Sober, but still so much hangs over
Please believe me when I say that I’ve
Poured my whole past down the drain
Say that a second chance is
A chance I can take
But I can’t make amends for
Things I can't remember
I can only say I'm
Sorry and occasionally pray
Guess you’ll just have to take
My word that I’ve changed
After one thousand eight hundred
Twenty five days
I was drunk when I made my bed
Now with a half-decade hangover I
Lay down in it
What have I done? Don't know what I've said
It’s a half-decade hangover
Hand me my ibuprofen
It’s a half-decade hangover, Jesus Christ
My aching head