Please Believe Me

The Elegants

Score: 8
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Played: 33

Album:

The Best Of

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[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, “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 the freeway mid-crash [Chorus] 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 [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 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 [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'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 [Instrumental] [Verse 3] Sober, but still so much hangs over Please believe me when I say 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 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