Wake Up - Mason Jennings

I drink a bottle everyday then step on the stage

I first knew something was wrong when I was half my age

One night while I was singing, I started to laugh

I couldn’t stop laughing for a week and a half

I’ll never forget the girl in the first row

She said, «But its not funny»

I said, «I know»

So I went to a shrink and he said to me

«Just don’t drink when you’re nervous

That’s the key»

And I said, «Okay, that sounds fine»

I didn’t tell him I was nervous all the time

So I kept on drinking

And I kept on thinking

Wake up, you’re dying now

You should be dead

But you’re not somehow

You think you’re being brave

But you’re digging a grave

You talk like a master

But you live like a slave

I started meditating, that worked for a while

I spent a lot of time alone

And I forgot how to smile

I went to church, I’d just sit there and stew

Thinking, «How can all these people believe things that aren’t true»

It seems to work well for them, why can’t I?

I guess it’s 'cause I’m special

'Cause I’m too smart a guy

Too smart

Wake up, you’re dying now

You should be dead

But you’re not somehow

You think you’re being brave

But you’re digging a grave

You talk like a master

But you live like a slave

I decided that I couldn’t do it alone

I called a guy I know on a telephone

I told him all I ever wanted was to be perfect

I sure as hell don’t wanna be an alcoholic

Acceptance is a doorway to hell

If you’re on the wrong side

Things don’t go so well

So I accepted who I am, and named my disease

And finally felt relief, and got down on my knees

Wake up, you’re living now

You’ve been gone so long, do you remember how?

Just be yourself, that’s being brave

You’re not the master

But you sure ain’t the slave

You’re not the master

But you sure ain’t the slave

Wake up, you’re living now

You’ve been gone so long, do you remember how?

Just be yourself, that’s being brave

You’re not the master

But you sure ain’t the slave

You’re not the master

But you sure ain’t the slave

You’re not the master

But you sure ain’t the slave