It's out of my hands
Why did I let you slip right out of them?
When I realized what I had
You already moved on
I'm losing it, don't sleep for shit
My appetite is gone
Will this be my last mistake or will the list grow long?
You helped open my eyes
What am I doing, I'm 28 years old?
Is this when I want to start living life on the road?
There's many things I hope to see
A wife, child a real family
What kind of husband or father would I be?
And how long must I put myself through this?
Just how many Heather songs need to exist?
I don't want to make you pissed
And I don't want to slit my wrists
I'll quit with the calls and crying alone
I'll just drink myself to death