I had a friend named Victor
The two of us used to hang every single day
And it seemed like overnight 
That his whole life just changed
I know when his mom and dad broke up
It didn't make sense
But I know that his dad was a [bad word] 
And he gambled away the rent

Pretty soon Vic was seeing red
 [bad word] off and instead
He'd drink every night until he passed out
And then he'd do it all again
The whole time smiling on the outside
To cover the pain
But on the inside
All he was trying to do was get away

Dying to get away
Let the pain of yesterday
Go slipping through the cracks

Yo, Funny how things change colour
Than fade to another shade
When you had it made it was all good
But now look just another day
It was so fresh
It was so clean
Never saw it gone
One, two, three
Lights out, which way to turn
Can't get a grip 
All alone in a big white house
Every day gets worse
And you just curse until your head bursts
And it hurts so bad she left
You think to yourself
I shoulda thought of that one first
No family, no kids
Can't accept what you did
Now you [bad word] away
But you can't 
Cause the [bad word] back again

Slippin through the cracks
Sip a little Jack
Go to bed half dead
What about rent
Why does every cent gotta be a bet
When's it gonna end
Oh my god we don't got a penny left
My mom's gotta find a way
To get a job, out of debt, out of dodge
Out of breath, out of this big problem
My pops wanna get away from the pain
In a better place in his brain
But the medication he takes
Makes him wasted
So sick if he's gonna think
The good lord [bad word] take him
I'm shaking him wake up
You son of a [bad word] #33;

He's dying to get away
Let the pain of yesterday
Go slipping through the cracks
Hiding himself away
Watching all the memories fade away
From red to black

He's dying to get away
Let the pain of yesterday
Go slipping through the cracks
Hiding himself away
Watching all the memories fade away
From red to black

Slipping through the cracks
Slipping through the cracks
Slipping through the cracks