Movin’ On

Well, how did I get stuck in this situation again?
I thought I was out of this rut for good, but here I am again
I want to cling onto the present, like it’s all that i’ve got
But the present becomes the past, and the past is soon forgot

Maybe
Maybe I’m wrong
But what’s left
Ain’t always right
So now, it’s time
For me to be moving on

My baby told me to run and get help for years and years, I know
But I was blind and tried to fight them all on my own
He is calm and wise for years, far beyond his days
So that is why I can’t help and wonder why he stays

How did I get stuck in this situation again?
I thought I was out of this rut for good, but here I am again
I’ll take up the sport of cigarettes, and put up all my hair
Cuz life it comes and life it goes, no matter if it’s fair