Tired Old Phrases

I don't know if I've said anything
 in this life that's worth remembering
 Nothing bold, nothing brave
 just these tired old phrases
 And I don't know what they mean
 I've written my old self a letter
 I've moved on, I already forget her
 She's gone, we're alone, far from our home
 but I promised me things would get better
 The Devil is laughing at me
 he knows all the evil I've seen
 And though he helped them begin
 I own all my sins
 And the fault lies clearly with me
 I'm tired of coming home smelly
 half a bottle of Jack in my belly
 My eyes red, my throat sore
 My young body too worn out to still only be in it's twenties
 And I'm sorry for being so bad
 to my dear old mother and dad
 I threw some fits, they put up with it
 and now I owe them all that I am
 Someday when my folks meet their end
 if by chance I live longer than them
 For the love that they gave
 and the music we made
 I'll be proud to have called them my friends