these times are hard
She's all laid up in bed with a broken heart
While I'm drinking Jack all alone in my local bar and we don't know how
How we got into this mad situation, only doing things out of frustration
Trying to make it work, but, man, these times are hard
She needs me now but I can't seem to find the time
How we got into this mess, is it God's test? Someone help us 'cause we're doing our best
Sit talking up all night, saying things we haven't for a while
We're smiling but we're close to tears, even after all this
How we're going to make it work when it hurts
I just wish that you were thinking the same thing
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