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