I sit here in my apartment, on a Sunday morning
Completely hung over, without a **** warning
Last night was brutal and harsh, it wasn’t kind
Things went to ****, I was drunk out of my mind
Lost my girlfriend of 15 years, that evil *****
Cheating with my best friend, he’s not even rich

I never saw it coming, I’ve been so busy as of late
Working to pay the bills, it’s getting old at this rate
The social life is something I try to make time for
I feel like here lately, the battle is a never-ending war
My friends want me to go out, every Friday night
But I’m sick of them starting a ******* fight

I need to break from the pack, start finding new friends
Looking at the last few years, I need to make a cleanse
As I sit here and try to make sense of every **** thing
It’s a struggle, it’s nothing but stale beer and nicotine
The pain has sent me into this spiral, I’m freaking out
Not really sure if I can go on, I really have my doubts