This is a song about "Wane"

But if i do i aint holding back, i wont refrain from pain/

I put the gin in my brain, and my memories wane

And when you knock knock on the door tryin to get at me mane,

Trend to wallow in pain, when the vomitspitting wane

Youll see your will begin to wane

In my brain, but at least baby girl's not in pain.