Sittin in a Driveway

It's the calm before the storm
And I don't even want to open that door
It's the calm before the storm
And I don't even want to open that door
When my baby sees me
Gonna be a most uncivil war

I got a pink slip from my job
I spent all day drinking in the bar
I got a pink slip from my job
I spent all day and nighttime drinking in the bar
Smell of weed and whiskey
Sitting in the driveway in my car

The promises that I made
They lay broken at my feet
The promises that I made
They lie broken down, down at my feet
Well I tripped on that twelfth step again
Now I'm tumbling back into the street