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