I'm a 50 something former starter, got a bad back
still chasing whiskey still tryna tackle ghosts from my past
the memory's fading, my name and number now misplaced hope
so raise your drinks to potential wasted years ago

oh where do i start?
you build it up and then you watch it all rot
oh where does it stop?
kicking myself for never feeling on top
oh i'm doing it again
oh where does it end?
why can't i be my own friend?
be my own friend

i'm a forty something mortgage broker power suit
lucchese boots, makin' moves, play it fast and loose
making a hell of a living devilish women pretend they're in love
but i don't know if i can love the person i've become
i'm coming undone

oh where do i start?
you build it up and then you watch it all rot
oh where does it stop?
kicking myself for being someone i'm not
oh i'm doing it again
oh where does it end?
why can't i be my own friend?
be my own friend

ooh yeah yeah yeah, ooh
ooh yeah yeah yeah, ooh

i'm a thirty something single mother, shattered heart
surviving nightmares of my husband in a burning car
my life's on fire
have we been cursed?
plagued with memories of black lace and fresh dirt
what good's a king bed if it stings when i fall asleep?
with nowhere to turn?

oh where do i start?
you build it up and watch it all fall apart
oh where does it stop?
crying myself to sleep afraid to wake up
oh i'm doing it again
oh where does it end?

ooh yeah yeah yeah, ooh
ooh yeah yeah yeah, ooh

if you're a twenty something dreamer with a life ahead
when will you be your own friend?"