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