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 emergencyΒ Β 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 ******* 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.