Half Decade Hangover Chord Willwood

Capo 0 with [Em] [A] [C] [G] [Cm] [D] [B]


VERSE
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 have 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 the half-decade hangover
I lay down in it
What have I done?
Don’t know what I’ve said?
It’s a half-decade hungover
Either this, in jail or dead
It’s a half-decade hungover
Jesus Christ, my aching head

VERSE
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’ve 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 then
said “hand me my shovel, man, 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 the half-decade hangover
I lay down in it
What have I done?
Don’t know what I’ve said?
It’s a half-decade hungover
Either this, in jail or dead
It’s a half-decade hungover
Jesus Christ, my aching head

BRIDGE
Sober, but still 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 don’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 the half-decade hangover
I lay down in it
What have I done?
Don’t know what I’ve said?
It’s a half-decade hungover
Hand me my ibuprofen
It’s a half-decade hungover
Jesus Christ, my aching head