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. 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. And I know about the devil in your bloodstream. And I know that the ghosts still visit nightly. And I know it must get lonely by the Chesapeake. Madelyn, are you really afraid of death or do you just say it if it's the right thing to say? Madelyn, I know you're safe 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, 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. 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. It's bitter and vitriolic. I know how it ends. If I'm not doing right by my family. well, I'm not doing right by family.