Makin' money at 30 with a wife and a son Then a short 5 years later, it all comes undone She's gone back to mama with the boy by her side Now I'm wine drunk and runnin' with them on my mind
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I'm on the backside of thirty and back on my own An empty apartment don't feel like a home On the backside of thirty, the short side of time Back on the bottom with no will to climb
It's dawn Monday mornin' and I just called in sick I skipped work last Friday to drink this month's rent And when my friends ask me I tell 'em I'm fine But my eyes tell the story that my lies can't hide