The first time was the last time The last time felt like the first time
I'm trying to find the place deep inside I can be all by myself tonight I be smoking too much Be sober too little My mother tell me stop As I'm gutting up a swisher The way that I've been living I hope that I see my children See them break my rules See them doing what they shouldn't Middle of the night Outside by myself Breathing in the air Hoping that it ends well Silence in my ear too loud came here Echoes of the street Speak the sound of the breath
I miss the life that I had with you I close my eyes, hope to see you soon