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Your Daddy dropped you off with your stuff in his pickup truck

Your Mommy gave a kiss goodbye

On the other side lies an unknown world

And that world is cold

Unforgiving

Unapologetic of all the uncertainty and uncontrolled

Boy did time fly by

Now you find yourself drinking every night under pressure of drinking more

You wake up

Surrounded by bottles and blood-shot eyes

Back-stabbing people and conflicting lives

Fake personalities void of morality

Livin' in a house that's cursed

Your t-shirt may say Alpha Phi

When the days get worse it gets hard to admit

The memories make up for the nights when you lay down hurt

And for that it's worth it

Your fake ID was the lifeline to

All the so-called misters and the endless pitchers

A bandage wrapped around all the odds and ends of getting along with all your so-called sisters

Ten years down the line when you're stuck in a groove

Of working nine-five and just barely getting by

You'll be wishing you were back with a backpack on your shoulder blowing classes with the smokers and the future high rollers

You're surrounded by bottles and blood-shot eyes

Back-stabbing people and conflicting lives

Fake personalities void of morality

Livin' in a house that's cursed

Your t-shirt may say Alpha Phi

When the days get worse it gets hard to admit

The memories make up for the nights when you lay down hurt

And for that it's worth it

And for that it's worth it

Worth it when you roll yourself out of bed on Monday morning

Worth it when you sharin' hand sign with your roommates and ignorin' whatever lies ahead

Surrounded by bottles and blood-shot eyes

Back-stabbing people and conflicting lives

Fake personalities void of morality

Livin' in a house that's cursed

Your t-shirt may say Alpha Phi

But your t-shirt really never meant a thing to me

Surrounded by bottles and blood-shot eyes

Back-stabbing people and conflicting lives

Fake personalities void of morality

Livin' in a house that's cursed

Your t-shirt may say Alpha Phi

When the days get worse it gets hard to admit

The memories make up for the nights when you lay down hurt

And for that it's worth it