More Bad News

I used to know a girl named Sarah
But everybody called her Sam
And it was all the same, just different names
That woman wants to be the man

And she didn't write songs no more
Until she was twenty four
Said, "I was a piece of shit when I was nineteen."
And I hope you understand what I mean
Now I'm turning her words to song

By the age of twenty one
I started carrying a gun
To defend myself from everyone
I'm scared to death of what I've done
But now it's too late to run

And I hope she finds out all those things I said about her
I hope hears every word I have to say
I hope she knows all the shit she put me through
That I still deal with every day

On the day I turned twenty five
I never felt less alive
Wearing the same old shoes
And hearing more bad news
But we pretend that everything's fine

It's a struggle to stay alive
And I'm doing my best so I don't fall behind
I hope she knows all the pain that she caused me on that day
And I'll try to put it aside

But it's a struggle to stay alive
And I'm doing my best so I don't fall behind
I hope she knows all the pain that she caused me on that day
And I'll try to put it aside

But it's a struggle to stay alive
And I'm doing my best so I don't fall behind
I hope she knows all the pain that she caused me on that day
And I'll try to put it aside

But it's a struggle to stay alive
And I'm doing my best so I don't fall behind
I hope she knows all the pain that she caused me on that day
And I'll try to put it aside

But it's a struggle to stay alive
And I'm doing my best so I don't fall behind
I hope she knows all the pain that she caused me on that day
And I'll try to put it aside