Wonder how I didnu0027t die
This is not my life. Iu0027m 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.”
And 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

Cause I was drunk when I made my bed
Now with a half-decade hangover I lay down in it
What have I done? Donu0027t know what Iu0027ve said
Itu0027s a half-decade hangover, either this, in jail, or dead
Itu0027s a half-decade hangover, Jesus Christ my aching head

Waste not want not borrowed time
Lender knows Iu0027ve 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 canu0027t at least break even then Iu0027m leaving when
I been feeling this awful since I hit bottom and
said “hand me my shovel, Iu0027m 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 Iu0027ve hurt and scared
Like itu0027s a good thing, you said “youu0027ve got your whole life ahead”
Oh great, another half a century to live to regret
Iu0027d 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? Donu0027t know what Iu0027ve said
Itu0027s a half-decade hangover, either this, in jail, or dead
Itu0027s a half-decade hangover, Jesus Christ my aching head

Sober, but so much still hangs over
Please believe me when I say I poured my whole past down the drain
Say that a second chance is a chance I can take
But I canu0027t make amends for things I donu0027t remember
I can only say Iu0027m sorry and occasionally pray
Guess youu0027ll just have to take my word that Iu0027ve 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? Donu0027t know what Iu0027ve said.
Itu0027s a half-decade hangover, hand me my ibuprofen
Itu0027s a half-decade hangover, Jesus Christ my aching head