Hell of a Time

I'm so tired of talking and Getting so drunk I could die I know I'm looking for something But I can't figure out why I've searched for years in the desert And by that, I mean the sand I finally found the elixir And by that, I mean your hand So, sleepy baby What are you doing this week I'd say we'd put on a movie The ones we pick are so bleak You always know what you're thinking I'm always out of my mind I'm such a damn good accomplice We have a hell of a time If you find that you weren't mine Well I'll pack up my things Sorry for wasting your time But I think that we got it right Even still you get tears in your eyes So I keep my arms open For when you need to cry Will you open yours for mine