Post Nut Blues

No phone crying on the side walk Part time working nights with holes in black socks Just give in for a bottle a little white wine Coming home with some cuts on the ankle Still drunk and Teremana on the table No ones home it's fine he can't go far And I ran far from home betting my life on the line Convinced that I'm on my own Fake words to trick my mind from a book that you never wrote Just lie to myself say I'm alright Yeah I'm just fine Just a little broke bitch with no life in sight Keeping me up with your pictures all night Searching your name and seeing you next to her face Take a little step back with your gram and your peepshow Hoping your dick might grow like your ego Acting like I'm gonna waste my time No you can't come at ten when you fucked her at nine And I ran far from home betting my life on the line Convinced that I'm on my own Fake words to trick my mind from a book that you never wrote Just lie to myself say I'm alright Yeah I'm just fine Yeah I'm just fine Keeping me up all night Took my life But I can't get it back with your hand in mine Biting my tongue while you're smoking outside Glass closet case, lied to my face You tore your ACL and hoped a bitch would replace And I ran far from home betting my life on the line Convinced that I'm on my own Fake words to trick my mind from a book that you never wrote Just lie to myself say I'm alright Yeah I'm just fine Yeah I'm just fine Yeah I'm just fine