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Momma left my shoes untied so she can teach me how to fall Her daddy left when she was a child, traded love for some alcohol He got it from his grandmamma who was passing down trauma from her deadbeat in-law Who was raised by a man with two bruised hands You ask me, this is all his fault Mary left a post-it note on the door sayin' that were through And by the time that I woke up, she was halfway to the moon I got no money in my wallet, I found out that I'm adopted, and both my balls are blue The gas price got high and so did I You ask me, Mary, it's 'cause of you Been here before Yet here I stand More of a boy Less of a man Now I'm back to square one Back to square one Where I live Off the chin I learn to wear one With a grin