Pickin’ and Sinnin’
And I know I won't change a thing
From the bottom of this bottle of gin
Got my righteous rage and my drunken haze
Keeps the angry gaze from turning within
And I don't bother burning bridges
I leave 'em half built and let time do the rest
I feel your eyes on my back like I stuck a knife in yours
But you know that wasn't my intent
Yeah, you know that wasn't my intent
'Cause nobody wakes up the same any two days
Got a thousand ghosts fighting to wear my face
And I may be stuck with what all the past ones left to my name
Maybe the right one's gonna win out today
Well the good times roll on out of control, someone's cut the brakes
So cut us a break as we make the same mistakes again
These images blur in this carousel of memory and time
I'm just spinnin' in circles, just along for the ride
Never get anywhere but I'm having a damn good time
'Cause nobody wakes up the same any two days
Got a thousand ghosts fighting to wear my face
And I may be stuck with what all the past ones left to my name
Maybe the right one's gonna win out today
'Cause nobody wakes up the same any two days
Got a thousand ghosts fighting to wear my face
And I may be stuck with what all the past ones left to my name
Maybe the right one's gonna win out today