If I had a dollar bill for every
Time I've been wrong,
I'd be a self-made millionaire
And you'd still be gone,
So hand me down my best dress shoes
And my best dress shirt,
'Cause I'm going out in style,
To cover the hurt,

And all I wanna do all day
Is spend it in bed,
But that's bad for the body
And even worse for my head,
So I'll try and find a place where no one will
Ask me a thing,
It'll help forget
And help me to sing,

'Cause now I'm drunk again,
The means to my end,
And I'm scared of myself,
'Cause now it's all the same,
The faces and names,
And I'm scared of myself
Again,

Have you ever wanted to wake up,
From your dreaming,
It scared you so bad you couldn't control
Your heart or your breathing,
Well, walk out the door with me on the floor,
You don't care how I'm feelin',
I guess a weak and tired and frightened man
Is no longer appealing,

'Cause now I'm drunk again,
The means to my end,
And I'm scared of myself,
'Cause now it's all the same,
The faces and names,
And I'm scared of myself
Again,

Some people have a gift of reaching right into
Your soul and finding the hole and
Making it bigger,
Baby, sometimes I think I catch ya crackin'
Cynical smiles,
And in a short while,
You'll be my heart's grave digger,
Well, there's not much I can do,
'Cause I'm at mercy of you,
So, baby, I guess we're through,

'Cause now I'm drunk again,
The means to my end,
And I'm scared of myself,
'Cause now it's all the same,
The faces and names,
And I'm scared of myself
'Cause now it's all the same,
The faces and names,
And I'm scared of myself,

So go walk out the door,
You don't believe me no more,
And I'm scared of myself
Again,

If I had a dollar bill for every
Time I've been wrong,
I'd be a self-made millionaire
And I wouldn't be singing...