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

Well I know about the devil in your bloodstream
And I know that the ghosts still visit nightly
Well I know it must get lonely by the Chesapeake

And Madelyn
Are you really afraid of death
Or do you just say it if
It's the right thing to say?

And Madelyn
I know you sleep where you lay your head
But if you wanted to come back
I've got a place you could stay

If I'm not doing right by my family
Well then what's the point of it anyway?
Of this anyway

I don't think there's a god
I don't think that there's someone coming to save us
And I don't think that's the worst news of the day
I don't think there's a god
I don't think that there's someone coming to save me
And I don't think that's the worst news of the day

So 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
Oh it's bitter and vitriolic
I know how it ends

Oh
If I'm not doing right by my family
Oh, I'm not doing right by family



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Jason Campbell, Matthew Paul Brasch, Kenneth Alrich Cavaliere, Michael Dominic Kennedy, Joshua James Martin, Nicholas Steinborn
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