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 sh**
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?
Always gone
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 d**h