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

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!)