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 to 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 the same the faces and names   And I’m scared of myself again      Have you ever wanted to wake up from your dreaming   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 feeling   I guess a weak and tired and frightened man is no longer appealing      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 the 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 the same the faces and names   And I’m scared of myself again   Cause now it’s all the same the faces and the names   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 been wrong   I’d be a self made millionaire and I wouldn’t be singing