You Ain't No Saint-Aaron West and the Roaring Twenties

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