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will wood - half-decade hangover - live at city winery, atlanta, ga lyrics

[spoken]
(anyway, here we go)

[verse 1]
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, “b+tch, 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, scr+ping change till daybreak
turns out anyone can eat out the trash
then wakе up on a freeway mid+crash
[chorus]
i was drunk when i made my bed
now with a half+dеcade 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

[verse 2]
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 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

[chorus]
’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
[verse 3]
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

[chorus]
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!)

- will wood lyrics

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