Lilly White

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 recovering
 and i'm bleeding on my knuckles again
 fighting a fight i can't win
 broken teeth and broken nose and 10 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 recovering
 and i'm bleeding on my knuckles again
 fighting a fight i can't win
 broken teeth and broken nose and 10 years at the bottom of a bottle
 will you help me find my way back home?