You Ain't No Saint

When I met you we were young
 And like gasoline to matches
 Waking up drunk
 Sleeping through your early classes
 I grew up and grew dull
 And you say you wished I hadn't
 Well I'm drunk again
 And you're guilty like you're Irish catholic
 You ain't no saint
 I ain't one either
 Guess that's why I'm lying here
 Cause I know
 That I'm banged up
 I got bruises I can't place
 Oh I've been coughing out blood
 And I know
 That I'm banged up
 I got bruises I can't place
 Oh I've been coughing out blood
 I've got a gut full of ulcers
 They're gonna burn out like dead stars
 Turn to dust
 If you're coming here alone
 Then there's nowhere else to go
 So when I walk in man they know I'm alone
 Dig your anchors in my bones
 Keep your breathing soft and slow
 It's freezing, I made a blanket from my coat
 You ain't no saint
 I ain't one either
 Guess that's why I'm lying here
 Well I know
 That I'm banged up
 I got bruises I can't place
 Oh I've been coughing out blood
 And I know
 That I'm banged up
 I got bruises I can't place
 Oh I've been coughing out blood
 I've got a gut full of ulcers
 They're gonna burn out like dead stars
 It gets freezing here after dark
 So I'm searching the car for my dad's old
 Bills hat, passed down in 93, It never got far from me, He moved to the island from upstate
 And he'd spend Sunday
 Watching the game with me Explaining everything, We'd watch Jim Kelly lead the way
 And if my dad was here I wonder what he'd say
 If my dad was here I wonder if he'd even recognize me
 I'm fucking begging
 I'm fucking begging
 Cause I know
 That I'm banged up
 I got bruises I can't place
 Oh I've been coughing out blood
 And I know
 That I'm banged up
 I got bruises I can't place
 Oh I've been coughing out blood