It's out of my hands 

Why did I let you slip right out of them? 

When I realized what I had 

You already moved on 

I'm losing it, don't sleep for shit 

My appetite is gone 

Will this be my last mistake or will the list grow long? 

You helped open my eyes 

What am I doing, I'm 28 years old? 

Is this when I want to start living life on the road? 

There's many things I hope to see 

A wife, child a real family 

What kind of husband or father would I be? 

Always gone 

And how long must I put myself through this? 

Just how many Heather songs need to exist? 

I don't want to make you pissed 

And I don't want to slit my wrists 

I'll quit with the calls and crying alone 

I'll just drink myself to death