When I ran off and left her, she wasn't holding a baby
But she was holding a bottle, and a big grudge against me
I tried to learn from a psychiatrist
How to stay calm, and minimize risk
I shoulda kept all those appointments
I'm gonna need them, I'm coming disjointed
When I ran off and left her, I didn't look backward
Till I was halfway to Chattanooga, on the Atlanta connector
That's when I started flashin' on all the things that she did
All her little sayings, and I started to wig
I shoulda kept all those appointments
I'm gonna need them, I'm coming disjointed