I keep having that dream
Over and over again every month or so
Where you're looking down
At your feet on the ground
Saying "I'm too old for this" and "How did it get so bad?"
I say every thing that I can
Like "that it will get better in time"
But I know that it might not. It probably won't
Cause you might be here for another sixteen years
Or until you can find a way to get forgiveness from your kids
Cause you keep burning bridges
And killing everyone's trust
Every night that you get drunk
Every night that you go to the pharmacy and buy
Another box of wine
I say "you're too old for this" and "How did you get so bad?"
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