Tired Old Phrases

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