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    If I had a dollar bill for every time I've been wrong
    I'd be a self-made millionaire and you'd still be gone
    So hand me down my best dress shoes and my best dress shirt
    Cause I'm going out in style to cover the hurt
    And all I wanna do all day is spend it in bed
    But that's bad for the body and even worse for my head
    So I'll try and find a place where no one will ask me a thing
    It'll help to forget and help me to sing

    Cause now I'm drunk again
    The means to my end
    And I'm scared of myself
    Cause now it's the same the faces and names
    And I'm scared of myself again

    Have you ever wanted to wake up from your dreaming
    Scared you so bad you couldn't control your heart or your breathing
    Well walk out the door with me on the floor
    You don't care how I'm feeling
    I guess a weak and tired and frightened man is no longer appealing

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    Some people have a gift of reaching right into your soul and finding the hole and making it bigger
    Baby sometimes I think I catch ya crackin' cynical smiles and in a short while you'll be my heart's grave digger
    Well there's not much I can do
    Cause I'm at the mercy of you
    So baby I guess we're through

    Cause now I'm drunk again
    The means to my end
    And I'm scared of myself
    Cause now it's the same the faces and names
    And I'm scared of myself again
    Cause now it's all the same the faces and the names
    So go walk out the door you don't believe me no more
    And I'm scared of myself again

    If I had a dollar bill for every time I been wrong
    I'd be a self made millionaire and I wouldn't be singing

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