She Chose the Bottle

People always tell me

Girl you outta write a song

About your Momma

But the truth is

I don't have many good things

To say about that woman

And my sister says it's alright

If the words I say

Don't come out nice like you'd think

So looking back on the memories

I search for the good things

Dizzy the girl and

Jumping on the bed springs

Might cuss me out

But you'd always kiss me goodbye

And it pisses me off

That you'd be so damn reckless

The older I get, the less I understand it

What a coward thing to do

For someone with two girls

Who loved you

Cuz I needed my momma

But she chose the bottle

I don't give a damn bout you not

Being in the stands on a Friday night

But you'll never hold your baby's baby

And damned if that don't sit right

And I wanna give you some sympathy

But I got demons too

And I'd never give up

Like you did to me

Looking back on the memories

I search for the good things

Dizzy the girl and

Jumping on the bed springs

Might cuss me out

But you'd always kiss me goodbye

And it pisses me off

That you'd be so damn reckless

The older I get the less I understand it

What a coward thing to do

For someone with two girls

Who loved you

I needed my momma

But she chose the bottle

People always tell me

Girl you outta write a song

About your momma

But the truth is

I don't have many good things

To say about that woman