Matt Dusk - Two Shots Of Happy, One Shot Of Sad

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
You think I'm no good, I know I've been bad
Took you to a place, now you can't get back
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad

Walked together down a dead end street
We were mixing the bitter with the sweet
I don't try to figure out what we might of had

Just two shots of happy, one shot of sad

I'm just a singer, some say a sinner
Rolling the dice, not always a winner
You say I've been lucky, well hell I've made my own
Not part of the crowd, but not feeling alone

Under pressure, but not bent out of shape
Surrounded, we always found an escape
You drove me to drink, but hey that aint so bad