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

But 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

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

But 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

I’ve got a gut full of ulcers

They’re gonna burn out like dead stars

Turn to dust

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