Madelyn
I share your hate for this world we're in
But it makes me a better man
It's an excuse that you make
Madelyn
I know you want to let the bottles in
I know you think that they're all your friends
They're lying straight to your face
And I know
About the devil in your bloodstream
And I know
That the ghosts still visit nightly
And I know
It must get lonely by the Chesapeake
Madelyn
Are you really afraid of death
Or do you just say it if
It's the right thing to say?
Madelyn
I know you're safe where you lay your head
But if you wanted to come back
I've got a place you could stay
If I'm not
Doing right
By my family
Then what's
The point of it anyway?
Of this anyway?
I don't think there's a god
I don't think that there's someone coming to save us
And I don't think that's the worst news of the day
I don't think there's a god
I don't think that there's someone coming to save me
And I don't think that's the worst news of the day
Madelyn
I know how your cold scars turn purple
I know how the Irish goodbyes feel
I know where you've been
And Madelyn
You and I got this East Coast blood between us
It's bitter and vitriolic
I know how it ends
If I'm not doing right by my family
Well, I'm not doing right by family