Making money at 30 with a wife and a son
Then a short years later it all comes undone
She's gone back to mama with the boy by her side
Now I'm wine drunk and running with them on my mind
I'm on the back side of 30 and back on my own
An empty apartment don't feel like a home
On the back side of 30 the short side of time
Back on the bottom with no will to climb
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Its dawn Monday morning and I just called in sick
I skipped work last Friday to drink this months rent
And when my friends ask me I tell em I'm fine
But my eyes tell a story that my lies can't hide
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