Deathscene/ Half Decade - Scooterbabe

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 'til 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 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, 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 so much still hangs over Please believe me when I say 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 1,825 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