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This is where the cop said his head hit
He'd been dead for days
Eighteen hours away
I didn't see him, but Tim did
That part hadn't changed
Since we were kids
Now, I've got friends that don't know me
A wife that's disowned me
You in concept only to miss
And I've been sober
For over two weeks
The only thing I learned from that man
Is I'd rather be estranged than next of kin
This is where my rock bottom is
It's a short fall from grace
Such a tiny stage
I can't believe the lies that my mouth spit
I can't believe she stayed
As long as she did
I'm so over being sober
The needs are in me, not the drink
I'm riding a fine line
An accidental overdose or suicide
Tell my mom she was right all along
Tell my kids this is where my head hit
This is what a mind in flux looks like
I ain't got a bed to rest my head
And this is how I hide
From a guilt that won't subside
I ain't got a good reason
For leaving
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