But it makes me a better man; It's an excuse that you make.
And 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.
I know about the devil in your bloodstream; I know that the ghosts still visit nightly.
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?
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... oh, I'm not doing right by family.