Senses Fail

I take a shot of gin, a Jameson or Jack to start the morning off with a friend
I"ll celebrate like it"s the anniversary of the day that we first met
I regret to see all your eulogies, separating all of this
To remind me of all the things I"m leaving
"Cause dear, four years turns less than five
(It"s better off this way)
I"m sorry for all my crimes
And the wandering days of my old fable lies
Now I wonder as I"m sliding under, thus out of control of the drink
If I have enough left in the bottle to see all the things up again
I regret to see myself so full, my eyes are checking time
Still I don"t know how I"ll survive
"Cause dear, four years turns less than five
(It"s better off this way)
I"m sorry for all my crimes
And the wandering days of my old fable lies
It"s clear, I am an awful mess
(Get this off my back)