I don't know if I've said anything
in this life that's worth remembering
Nothing bold, nothing brave
just these tired old phrases
And I don't know what they mean
I've written my old self a letter
I've moved on, I already forget her
She's gone, we're alone, far from our home
but I promised me things would get better
The Devil is laughing at me
he knows all the evil I've seen
And though he helped them begin
I own all my sins
And the fault lies clearly with me
I'm tired of coming home smelly
half a bottle of Jack in my belly
My eyes red, my throat sore
My young body too worn out to still only be in it's twenties
And I'm sorry for being so bad
to my dear old mother and dad
I threw some fits, they put up with it
and now I owe them all that I am
Someday when my folks meet their end
if by chance I live longer than them
For the love that they gave
and the music we made
I'll be proud to have called them my friends