wake up with a gun in my left hand,
can't smoke want a blunt for the stress man,
I'm not him, so I wont be that,
I wont beat you around like a cheap hack,
I know you feeling like you're not really deserving,
left the bar with a cup full of bourbon,
hit a curb and didn't feel like you were swerving,
left the house with less marks than you returned with,
I didn't question, I'm not a fucking reporter,
but I'm not a waiter or some service you order,
you got a daughter, or at least you had one,
but you lost custody, and now you're the mad one?
put it on me, I'll plant and you swing,
you'll swing for the fences and over them trees,
let down your defenses and maybe you'll see,
that them drinks and those bruises aren't something you need,


no you don't know I've been here watching you,
and all the selfish little things that you do,
now maybe you will help me by stopping you,
cuz you got more to live for than you think you do,


so you wake up with a palm full of make up,
to cover your face up before you can face us,
pull them covers up and dream on,
some fall for that facade but these aren't,
the most trusting of times, it's just something you find,
when you're lost in your mind, just jump and you'll climb,
the latter, or splatter, it doesn't matter,
you're gonna die from the result of all of their chatter,
anyway find a day, and save that date,
for a face to face, maybe you'll win that case,
it's the one thing you've always wanted,
he always held it in front of you while he taunted,
baby you don't have to take it, i told you,
tears aren't for the losers and that I'll hold you,
the judge saw your record, of course he's gonna scold you,
and that little girl is lost without the old you,