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Aaron West And The Roaring Twenties

You Ain't No Saint

 

You Ain't No Saint

(album: We Don't Have Each Other - 2014)


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
And I ain't one either
Guess that's why I'm lying here

Cause I know
That I'm banged up
I've got bruises I can't place
Oh I've been coughing out blood
And I know
That I'm banged up
I've got bruises I can't place
Oh I've been coughing out blood

I've got a gut full of ulcers
We're gonna burn out like dead stars
And 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've made a blanket from my coat

But you ain't no saint
And I ain't one either
That's why I'm lying here

Well I know
That I'm banged up
I've got bruises I can't place
Oh I've been coughing out blood
And I know
That I'm banged up
I've got bruises I can't place
Oh I've been coughing out blood

I've got a gut full of ulcers
Gonna burn out like dead stars

It gets freezing here after dark
So I search in the car for
My dad's old Bill's hat
Passed down in 93
Never got far from me
He moved to the island from upstate
He spent Sundays
Watching the game with me
Explaining everything
We watched Jim Kelly lead the way
And if my dad was here I wonder what'd he 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've got bruises I can't place
Oh I've been coughing out blood
And I know
That I'm banged up
I've got bruises I can't place
Oh I've been coughing out blood

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