"Half-Decade Hangover" Lyrics (Patreon)

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Wonder how I didn’t die

This is not my life. I’m no survivor, I just 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.

Or 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? Lord what have I said?

It’s a half-decade hangover, either this, in jail, or dead.

It’s a half-decade hangover, Jesus Christ my aching head.

Want not waste 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 I hit bottom and

said “hand me my shovel, man, 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 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.

Sober, but so much still hangs over

Please believe me when I say I’ve poured my whole past down the drain

And giving me a second chance is a chance you can take

But I can’t make amends for things I don’t remember

My friends, what can I say ‘cept “wait, I can explain!”

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? Lord what have I said?

It’s a half-decade hangover, hand me my ibuprofen

It’s a half-decade hangover, Jesus Christ my fuckin head.