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.

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

If I'm not doing right by my family, then what's the point of it anyway?
And I don't think that's the worst news of the day; I don't think there's a god.
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.