…so you say, “C’mon, c’mon. It’s time to get better my dear boy. All the nights spent in jail, drunken fights hurt like hell and I can’t take much more now. You’re getting drunk every morning. The police are at our door almost every other day. It’s murder on my poor brain, baby. You’re getting closer every day to loosing me,†and you beg, “C’mon, c’mon. Get your sorry ass in rehab boy. Even sex lost its flare. Your bad breath and facial hair’s making other boys look good. I’m getting hit on daily and start thinking that just maybe you and I are a lost cause. I sure miss the way we was, baby. You pushing me closer every day to just saying, ‘Release me. I just can’t take anymore so boy release me. I’m just a scared young little girl. So please release me. Help me to understand just what to do. I don’t want you loosing me, cause I need you.’ So let’s get all these warrants clean and then we’ll try sobriety baby. Our life goes on and on, but we’ll never live the same song twice. So let’s get all these warrants clean and then we’ll try sobriety baby. Playlist plays on and on, but will never play the same song twice. Then maybe we can stop .hiding from the lawâ€