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
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I miss the life that I had with you I close my eyes, hope to see you soon