Half As Much - Hank Williams & The Drifting Cowboys

I'm sick to death of eating breakfast on my own Starting out my daily blues (hmm) I'm sick to death of spilling coffee on my phone (oh) Scrolling through pictures of you I'd like to say that maybe we could work it out But I know that it's no use If I ever find anyone half as good as you I think maybe that will do (ooh-ooh) I kissed a stranger in the hallway late last night He was wearing purple shoes I asked him when he kissed me, could he close his eyes? But he just looked at me confused And people say my expectations are too high But I'm not asking for the moon If I ever find anyone half as good as you I think maybe that will do If I ever find anyone half as good as you I think maybe that will do Oh, I'm so sick of laying here So sick of counting tears Comparing everyone to you Oh, oh Oh, I'm so sick of waiting here So frustrated My suspicions are you're laying there and thinking of me too I learned the lyrics yesterday to all your songs There was one I couldn't do I think the lyric went "You'll miss me when I'm gone" But the cords, I was confused I'd ask you 'round and you could tell me where I'm wrong But then I know you'd just refuse Refuse If I ever find anyone half as good as you I think maybe that will do (oh-oh) If I ever find anyone half as good as you I think maybe that will do

Wonder how I didn't die This is not my life, I'm no survivor I only happened to survive Wonder how I sleep at night Well I count pink elephants, blessings, and skeletons Down the days I have left, with one eye open That was me screaming, "Bitch, I am reality" Then stumbling off to lose myself in a brown paper bag 'cause me and Sweet Evan Williams got a date down on Avenue A Staving shakes, scraping change 'til daybreak Turns out anyone can eat out the trash Then wake up on the freeway mid-crash I was drunk when I made my bed Now with a half-decade hangover I lay down in it What have I done? Don't know what I've said It's a half-decade hangover, either this, in jail or dead It's a half-decade hangover, Jesus Christ, my aching head Waste not, want not borrowed time Lender knows I've tried to make it right Give back my life, and if not Take it, 'cause lately I been thinking maybe I could Take it or leave it, if I can't at least break even Then I'm leaving when I been feelin' this awful since I hit bottom and Said, "Hand me my shovel, I'm going in" Oh brother. Man, you call that recovered? Tripped on a couple steps and collapsed on the stairs Broke my neck on the backs of those who I've hurt and scared Like it's a good thing you said, "You've got your whole life ahead" Oh great, another half a century to live to regret I'd rather be anybody else instead 'Cause I was drunk when I made my bed Now with a half-decade hangover I lay down in it What have I done? Don't know what I've said It's a half-decade hangover, either this, in jail or dead It's a half-decade hangover, Jesus Christ, my aching head Sober, but so much still hangs over Please believe me when I say I've poured my whole past down the drain Say that a second chance is a chance I can take But I can't make amends for things I can't remember I can only say I'm sorry and occasionally pray Guess you'll just have to take my word that I've changed After 1,825 days I was drunk when I made my bed Now with a half-decade hangover I lay down in it What have I done? Don't know what I've said It's a half-decade hangover, hand me my ibuprofen It's a half-decade hangover, Jesus Christ, my aching head

You fucking groupie, pick up the goddamn phone Bitch, where the fuck were you Tuesday? With who you say? I wasn't at the studio bitch, what'd you do screw Dre? You went there looking for me? Ooh, that excuse is too lame Keep playing me you're gonna end up with a huge goose egg You fake, lying slut you never told me you knew Drake And Lupe? You want to lose two legs? You try to flip this on me? If I spent more time with you You say "Okay, yeah, I'm cuckoo, hey?" Well, screw you And I'd be the third person who screwed you today Oh, four? Dre, Drake, Lupe? Oh touché You were too two-faced for me Thought you was my number one, true blue ace but you ain't And I can see you and you make that little boo-boo face 'Cause I'm hanging up this phone boo, you make my fucking Bluetooth ache You feeling blue too late, go smurf yourself You make me wanna smurfin' puke blue Kool Aid Here's what you say to someone you hate My life would be so much better If you just dropped dead I was laying in bed last night thinking And this thought just popped in my head And I thought, wouldn't shit just be a lot easier If you dropped dead? I would feel so much better Think I just relapsed, this bitch pushed me over the brink Hop on the freeway trying to get some time alone and just think Then the cops pulled me over but they let me go 'Cause I told 'em I'm only driving drunk, 'cause that bitch drove me to drink I'm back on my fuck hoes, but a whole new hatred for blondes But bias? I hate all bitches the same, baby come on Excuse the pun but bitch is such a broad statement And I am channeling my anger through every single station it's on 'Cause a woman broke my he-art, I say he-art 'Cause you ripped it in two pa-arts, and threw it in the garbage Who do you think you are, bitch? Guess it's time for me To get the dust off and pick myself up off the carpet But I'll never say the L-word again, I L-L-L-L... Lesbian! Ahh, I hope you hear this song and go into a cardiac arrest My life would be so much better if you just My life would be so much better If you just dropped dead I was laying in bed last night thinking And this thought just popped in my head And I thought, wouldn't shit just be a lot easier If you dropped dead? I would feel so much better 'Cause you told me, you love me, forever, bitch, that was a lie Now I never, wanted someone, to die, so bad in my fucking life But fuck it, there's other fish in the sea And I'mma have a whale of a time Being a single sailor for the night, bitch on a scale of, 1 to 10 Shit, I must be the holy grail of, catches Ho, I got an Oscar attached to my fucking name, de la I might hit the club, find a chick that's tailor made for me Say fuck it kick some shots back, get hammered and nail her These bitches tryna get attached but they're failing to latch onto the tail Of my bumper to scratch them with the back of my trailer Like I'm itchin' to get hitched, yeah, I'm rich as a bitch But bitches ain't shit, I'd rather leave a bitch in a ditch Bitch you complain when you listen to this But you still throw yourself at me, that's what I call pitchin' a bitch That's why I'm swinging at this chicks on sight Long as I got a bat and two balls it's foul, but my dick's on strike So all that love shit is null and void, bitch I'm a droid I avoid Cupid stupid wasn't for blowjobs you'd be unemployed Oi-oi-oi, man oh man, you boy-boy-boy's getting sick of these girls-girls-girls Oink-oink-oink, you fucking pigs, all you're good for is doink-doink-doink I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one She's all 99 of 'em I need a machine gun I take 'em all out I hope you hear this song and go into a cardiac arrest Have a heart attack and just drop dead And I'ma throw a fucking party after this, 'cause yes My life will be so much better If you just dropped dead (I hate you) I was laying in bed last night thinking And this thought just popped in my head And I thought, wouldn't shit just be a lot easier If you dropped dead? I would feel so much better I'm just playing bitch, you know I love you

I'm waiting for a train To take me away The cost of my vanity I can't afford to pay I'm waiting for a change To not feel this way I gave up my sanity For nothing in exchange I think I'm wasted And I'll never make it I'm numb and I'm jaded And I can't escape it I think I'm waking Cause I feel you fading There's nowhere to run The train never comes I'm sick of this place I'm sick of LA I traded my heart for a taste of the fame, yeah Don't know what love is, but I love cocaine I love the way that she feels and now I can't feel my pain I can't feel the mania, I don't feel insane She swears that I have a problem, like I don't know That if I don't get a grip, I'm gonna die on this road I know I'm losing control, I've been losing hope I swear I'm trying to grow, but this is This is all that I know The world that I'm lost in Is one I can't process I've been to the bottom I'm back to the bottle Already forgot it Already forgotten The pain that it causes Like I didn't cause it And I think I'm wasted And I'll never make it I'm numb and I'm jaded And I can't escape it And I think I'm waking Cause I feel you fading Your memory's erasing And I can't escape, no I can't escape

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

You got a fast car I want a ticket to anywhere Maybe we make a deal Maybe together we can get somewhere Any place is better Startin' from zero, got nothing to lose Maybe we'll make something Me, myself, I got nothing to prove You got a fast car I got a plan to get us out of here I been working at the convenience store Managed to save just a little bit of money Won't have to drive too far Just across the border and into the city You and I can both get jobs Finally see what it means to be living See, my old man's got a problem He lives with the bottle, that's the way it is He says his body's too old for working His body's too young to look like his Mama went off and left him She wanted more from life than he could give I said, "somebody's got to take care of him" So I quit school and that's what I did You got a fast car Is it fast enough so we can fly away? Still gotta make a decision Leave tonight, or live and die this way So, I remember when we were driving, driving in your car Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder And I, I, had a feeling that I belonged I, I, had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone You got a fast car We go cruisin', entertain ourselves You still ain't got a job So I work in a market as a checkout girl I know things will get better You'll find work and I'll get promoted We'll move out of the shelter Buy a bigger house, live in the suburbs So, I remember when we were driving, driving in your car Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder And I, I, had a feeling that I belonged I, I, had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone You got a fast car I got a job that pays all our bills You stay out drinking late at the bar See more of your friends than you do of your kids I'd always hoped for better Thought maybe together you and me would find it I got no plans, I ain't going nowhere So take your fast car and keep on driving So, I remember when we were driving, driving in your car Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder And I, I, had a feeling that I belonged I, I, had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone You got a fast car Is it fast enough so you can fly away? You still gotta make a decision Leave tonight, or live and die this way