Four Years

I take a shot of Jameson or Jack to start the morning off with old friendsI'll celebrate like it's the anniversary of the day that we first metI�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 am sorry for all my crimesAnd the wandering gaze of my unfaithful eyesNow I wonder as I am sliding under the subtle control of the drinkIf I have enough left in the bottle to say all the things I�m thinking?I�ve been practicing my exit plan, nervously checking timeI still don�t know how I�ll survive'Cause dear, four years hurts less than five(And it�s never a good time)I am sorry for all my crimesAnd the wandering gaze of my unfaithful eyesIt's clear I am an awful mess(I had to get this off my chest)Soon the only thing I'll have leftIs your memory and promises never keptWhen she came home I made her sitMy feet tap out a rhythm as I draw breath inTo 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.�Wake up, you're sleepingWake up, you're sleeping behind the wheelWake up, you're sleepingWake up, you're sleeping behind the wheelBehind the wheel