When I ran off and left her, she wasn't holding a baby But she was holding a bottle, and a big grudge against me I tried to learn from a psychiatrist How to stay calm, and minimize risk I shoulda kept all those appointments I'm gonna need them, I'm coming disjointed When I ran off and left her, I didn't look backward Till I was halfway to Chattanooga, on the Atlanta connector That's when I started flashin' on all the things that she did All her little sayings, and I started to wig I shoulda kept all those appointments I'm gonna need them, I'm coming disjointed