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Well my hands are tied I can't seem to slow down alright
And I cursed and I swore and I cried my eyes out alright
And I called out to God, I hoped he'd call back alright
there's a piece of me wishing for another life
But it's alright
I'm gonna make it through
There's nothing else I can do
I'm gonna face my fear
There's no way I'm staying here
I was born into this
But it's no excuse
I'm packin' up my things I'm pickin' up myself
And I'm headin' somewhere else
There's a calendar with X's on the wall
Oh, but payday's not for twenty more
I've got bills and things I can't ignore
And I'm findin' comfort in the simplest things
Her voice, her song, or a cup of coffee
Those whiskey bottles that'll probably kill me
There's no easy way out
No benefit of doubt
I'm callin' myself to arms
The hollow words ran out
These claims carry clout
I'll brand it in my arm
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