I take a shot of gin, a Jameson or Jack to start the morning off with a friendnI'll celebrate like it's the anniversary of the day that we first metnI regret to see all your eulogies, separating all of thisnTo remind me of all the things I'm leavingnnCause dear, four years hurts less than fiven(It's better off this way)nI'm sorry for all my crimesnAnd the wandering days of my old fable liesnnNow I wonder as I'm sliding under, thus out of control of the drinknIf I have enough left in the bottle to see all the things up againnI regret to see myself so full, my eyes are checking timenStill I don't know how I'll survivennCause dear, four years hurts less than fiven(It's better off this way)nI'm sorry for all my crimesnAnd the wandering days of my old fable liesnnIt's clear, I am an awful messn(Get this off my back)nSoon the only thing I'll have left is your memory and promises never keptnnWhen she came home, I made her sicknMy feet tap out the rhythm as the drum kicked innTo hurt the only one I've lovednThis is so damn hard, but I'm giving upnnThe person that you love is deadnI pried him out with the jack, and chains of sinsnSo happy anniversarynThe best gift I could think to give you was to set you freennWake up, you're sleepingnWake up, you're sleeping behind the wheelnWake up, you're sleepingnWake up, you're sleeping behind the wheelnBehind the wheel