I know my heart's beaten up
And I got some things that yes I sorta regret
But you know I'm dealing with
So I took a page from a friend
Packed up what I had left
Said let's a drink
And let's just mail it off
These ghosts follow me around
In the morning over coffee
Or late at night
When I'm a fifth in
It takes time I know
A patience before I get old
But sometimes I just want to die
Sometimes I want a cigarette in the cold
Just to feel my hands
A warmth before I get old
Sometimes my heart is beaten up
Got things that I don't want to touch
I got thousand miles from here
And I moved myself away
And I got the times you wouldn't touch
I got things that mean so much
And I don't understand
But I...