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Everybody called her her baby's momma She could never see so straight always crooked winding up in the slammer apologizing all over the place She's got a handle on it this time moved into a clean and sober house going to those meetings five days a week But her eyes they burned, You know Her eyes they burned Made a mistake Went to see her ex old man Got strung out again on that ****** Thrown out of the house for nodding out, coffee cup in hand, never spilled a drop She's back out on the street Looking for the woman's emergency  night shelter Texting with her daughter trying to repair their relationship saying "It'll be okay this time" She's got her brand new teeth, a two day voucher to The Days Inn It'll be okay. Always the nut house if the night gets too cold At least until the Psychiatrist figures it out And throws her back out into the night It's tough being human You know You know Her baby's momma She's in despair Looking for help everywhere Detox filled Got a blow job for anybody somebody named Joe Sometimes that's all she knows Gather's herself against the cold Swears that tomorrow she'll get it together she promises you You know Doing everything except what you're supposed to Deal with it tomorrow Everybody called her Her baby's momma When she sees you She's in sorrow.
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May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 11:20 PM UTC
Her Baby's Momma
Everybody called her her baby's momma She could never see so straight always crooked winding up in the slammer apologizing all over the place She's got a handle on it this time moved into a clean and sober house going to those meetings five days a week But her eyes they burned, You know Her eyes they burned Made a mistake Went to see her ex old man Got strung out again on that ****** Thrown out of the house for nodding out, coffee cup in hand, never spilled a drop She's back out on the street Looking for the woman's emergency  night shelter Texting with her daughter trying to repair their relationship saying "It'll be okay this time" She's got her brand new teeth, a two day voucher to The Days Inn It'll be okay. Always the nut house if the night gets too cold At least until the Psychiatrist figures it out And throws her back out into the night It's tough being human You know You know Her baby's momma She's in despair Looking for help everywhere Detox filled Got a blow job for anybody somebody named Joe Sometimes that's all she knows Gather's herself against the cold Swears that tomorrow she'll get it together she promises you You know Doing everything except what you're supposed to Deal with it tomorrow Everybody called her Her baby's momma When she sees you She's in sorrow.
Dedicated to a segment of the population, whose time is hard. Recovery is always possible.
sjr1000
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May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 11:20 PM UTC
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