| 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 told me stop as I’m gutting up a Swisher |
| The way that I be 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, can’t hear |
| Echoes in the streets be the sound of the breeze |
| I miss the life that I had with you |
| I close my eyes, hope to see you soon |
| I miss the life that I had with you |
| I close my eyes, hope to see you soon |
| I miss the life that I had with you |
| I close my eyes, hope to see you soon |