Drinkin’ Days

Of the twenty-seven years I've been living
I can't think of one where I claimed that I wanted to
I feel my heart, feel my heart ticking
Counting down the days til I'm dead
Then you can throw me overboard
Or shoot my ashes from a cannon
While The Boys play "Cowboy Song"

If I change my ways
I wouldn't have to stay
But there's a hole in my heart about the size of a bottle
And I like to fill it in every day

Well, I don't put too much stock in heaven
If it's really there, is it really where I wanna be?
My shitty friends ain't getting in there
I can only do so much drinking alone
Before I phone up Brodie and Jordan and Chris
So maybe we can tie one on

If I change my ways
I wouldn't have to stay
But there's a hole in my heart about the size of a bottle
And I like to fill it in every day

If I change my ways
I wouldn't have to stay

If this is one long phase
We could go out in flames
But the nicotine stains on our hands
Will remind us of the times we had when we were drinking
The cold sweats, ache in my head
Will remind me of the times I had when I'm drinking
When there's no more beer and we're old
We'll try to remind ourselves of our drinking days

I hope we never have to change
I hope we never have to change