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 from 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 My needs are in me, not the drink I'm riding a fine line An accidental overdose or suicide Tell my mom she was right along and tell my kids this is where my head hit This is how I hide from a guilt that won't subside I ain't got a good reason for leaving for leaving for leaving for leaving for leaving for leaving for leaving for leaving