You Aint No Saint

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 You say you wished i hadn't Well I'm drunk again And you're guilty like you're irish catholic You aint no saint I aint one either Guess thats 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 up blood And i know That i'm banged up I got bruises i can't place Oh i've been coughing out blood I got a gut full of ulcers Gonna burn out like dead stars Turn to dust If you're coming here alone Then theres 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 Its freezing, i made a blanket from my coat You aint no saint I aint one either Guess thats 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 up blood And i know That i'm banged up I got bruises i can't place Oh i've been coughing out blood I got a gut full of ulcers Gonna burn out like dead stars Turn to dust It gets freezing here after dark So I'm searching the car for My dads 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 If my dad was here i wonder what he'd say If my dad was here i wonder if he'd Even recognize me Im fucking begging Im fucking begging Cause i know That i'm banged up I got bruises i can't place Oh i've been coughing up blood And i know That i'm banged up I got bruises i can't place Oh i've been coughing out blood