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