Sometimes I [bad word] wasted,
 some how I feel like [bad word]  Some days I feel so alone now,
 cause I end up doing the things that we did
 Sometimes I do things I don`t car `bout
 somehow I don`t know why
 Sometimes I try to do things my way
 But I end up doing this [bad word] that we did

 My girl and my job
 That`s the way the things are

 Sometimes I [bad word] wasted,
 some how I feel like [bad word]  Some days I can`t stop to wonder
 Why she left me all alone with that bottle of gin