Tired Old Phrases Paroles

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 and the music we made
I'll be proud to have called them my friends