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