Half-Decade Hangover - Live at City Winery, Atlanta, GA

(Anyway, here we go)

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 a 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

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've 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

'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 said

It's a half-decade hangover

Either this, in jail, or dead

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

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Sober, but still so much hangs over

Please believe me when I said 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

With a half-decade hangover, I lay down in it

What have I done?

Don't know what I said

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

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

(I LOVE THAT SONG!)