I take a shot of Jameson or Jack To start the morning off with old friends I'll celebrate like it's the anniversary Of the day that we first met I’ve been practicing our eulogy Separated all our things I took my name off of the lease I’m leaving
Because dear, four years hurts less than five It’s never a good time I am sorry for all my crimes And the wandering gaze of my unfaithful eyes
Now I wonder, as I'm sliding under The subtle control of the drink If I have enough left in the bottle To say all the things I’m thinking I’ve been practicing my exit plan Nervously checking time I still don’t know how I’ll survive
Because dear, four years hurts less than five It’s never a good time I am sorry for all my crimes And the wandering gaze of my unfaithful eyes
It's clear, I am an awful mess I had to get this off my chest Soon, the only thing I'll have left Is your memory, and promises never kept
When she came home, I made her sit My feet tap out of rhythm, as I draw breath in To hurt the only one I've loved... This is so damn hard, but, I am giving up:
"The person that you love is dead! I flooded him out with the Jack and Jameson! So, happy anniversary! The best gift I could think to give you was to set you free!"
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