Testo Four Years

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

'Cause dear, four years hurts less than five
(And it's never a good time)
I'm sorry for all my crimes
And the wandering gaze
of my unfaithful eyes

Now I wonder as I am 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

'Cause dear, four years hurts less than five
(And it's never a good time)
I'm 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 a rhythm
as I draw breath in
To hurt the only one I've loved
This is so damn hard,
but I'm 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

Wake up, you're sleeping
Wake up, you're sleeping behind the wheel
Wake up, you're sleeping
Wake up, you're sleeping behind the wheel
Behind the wheel