Two Alone

I'd get off work but I wouldn't go home
 I worked with nothing but old men so I'd drink forties in my car alone
 I'd park down the street and get loaded enough that I could sleep
 "Why would you do that?"
 I don't know
 In the morning I'd go home
 She'd be up all night from crying alone
 Watching a credit card TV and holding a credit card phone
 Sitting on a credit card couch still in her mom's beat up and ugly robe
 "Why did you leave me I was all alone?"
 I don't know I didn't mean to
 "My Dad he left me all alone, and if you leave too you'll leave two alone."
 She's got religious candles burning on the sill
 And my records are sitting in boxes still
 My head's pounding and I have an hour 'til the old men give me shit 'cause I don't like sports and I never will
 "You're gonna run, you're gonna run."
 Oh no I won't
 "You'll be just like your dad."
 Oh no I won't
 "You're gonna run..."