Madelyn

Madelyn, I share your hate for this world we're in But it makes me a better man It's an excuse that you make 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 And 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 So 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