[00:15.170]Wonder how I didn't die
[00:20.209]This is not my life, I'm no survivor, I only happened to survive
[00:28.468]Wonder how I sleep at night
[00:33.044]Well I count pink elephants, blessings, and skeletons
[00:36.860]Down the days I have left, with one eye open
[00:40.286]In case I make it, that was me screaming, 'B***h, I am reality'
[00:45.815]Then stumbling off to lose myself in a brown paper bag 'cause me and
[00:49.584]Sweet Evan Williams got a date down on Avenue A
[00:52.996]Staving shakes, scraping change till daybreak
[00:56.642]Turns out anyone can eat out the trash
[00:59.858]Then wake up on the freeway mid-crash
[01:02.812]I was drunk when I made my bed
[01:09.764]Now with a half-decade hangover I lay down in it
[01:16.915]What have I done? Don't know what I've said
[01:24.046]It's a half-decade hangover, either this, in jail, or dead
[01:30.675]It's a half-decade hangover, Jesus Christ, my aching head
[01:40.944]Waste not, want not borrowed time
[01:45.977]And lender knows I've tried to make you right
[01:49.977]Give back my life, and if not
[01:52.358]Take it, 'cause lately I been thinking maybe I could
[01:55.527]Take it or leave it, if I can't at least break even, then I'm leaving when
[01:58.959]I been feelin' this awful since I hit bottom and Said, “Hand me my shovel, I'm going in!”
[02:05.953]Oh brother, man, you call that recovered?
[02:11.737]Tripped on a couple steps and collapsed on the stairs
[02:15.371]Broke my neck on the backs of those who I've hurt and scared
[02:18.902]Like it's a good thing you said, “You've got your whole life ahead”
[02:22.135]Oh great, another half a century to live to regret
[02:25.456]I'd rather be anybody else instead
[02:28.531]'Cause I was drunk when I made my bed
[02:35.441]Now with a half-decade hangover I lay down in it
[02:41.902]What have I done? Don't know what I've said
[02:48.820]It's a half-decade hangover, either this, in jail, or dead
[02:55.515]It's a half-decade hangover, Jesus Christ, my aching head
[03:30.905]Sober, but still so much hangs over
[03:36.198]Please believe me when I say that I've poured my whole past down the drain
[03:40.553]Say that a second chance is a chance I can take
[03:43.709]But I can't make amends for things I can't remember
[03:47.261]I can only say I'm sorry and occasionally pray
[03:50.460]Guess you'll just have to take my word that I've changed
[03:53.962]After one thousand eight hundred twenty five days
[03:58.648]I was drunk when I made my bed
[04:05.486]Now with a half-decade hangover I lay down in it
[04:12.776]What have I done? Don't know what I've said
[04:19.692]It's a half-decade hangover, hand me my ibuprofen
[04:26.475]It's a half-decade hangover, Jesus Christ, my aching head

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
In case I make it, that was me screaming, 'B***h, 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