Christmas parties and all night fights
I remember you sweet-talking to me beneath the strung up lights
Those days are gone now I know I had everything to do with that
'Cause I've never been afraid of dying, never done much to avoid it
These memories still keep me up at night
On my way back from a place, no recovery
And I'm bleeding on my knuckles again, fighting in a fight I can't win
Broken teeth and broken nose and ten years at the bottom of a bottle
Will you help me find my way back home?
The halls in this place you can hear 'em scream
'Cause they had to watch and listen to the people
And the voices of what they'd seen
I can't hear anything and all I can see is a memory of your smile
Your necklace, pistol locket on a silver chain
Hold on too tight, you'll lose everything
On my way back from a place, no recovery
And I'm bleeding on my knuckles again, fighting in a fight I can't win
Broken teeth and broken nose and ten years at the bottom of a bottle
Will you help me find my way back home?
