My old man bought a big bass boat
When I think of that summer of hope, I choke
'Cause even if we didn't catch a little bit of something
We'd park that boat by the bluff at the Days Inn
I got a need to find trouble when things are alright
I pine for pain in the morning light
And even with my baby sitting next to me
I'm a self-sabotaging suicide machine
And you're going, going, going
Till the Lord calls you home in
Your work boots and your worn coveralls
And you'll show them, show them, show them
With your high collateral loan on
That home where your children play with dolls
'Cause I was raised by a woman who was hardly impressed
And I carry that shit real deep in my chest
'Cause I ain't ever been one for cheap excuses
And apologies have always been a little late or useless
But if you give me four minutes and a little bit of time
I'll make them old days an old friend of mine
And I can talk to God, and I can pray all day
But you can't heal something that you never raised
And you're going, going, going
On Thanksgiving Day, when
You're sneaking off to drink some alcohol
And you'll show them, show them, show them
While you're kissing all the knees of
Every scrape and every bloody fall
My old man bought a big bass boat
When I think of that summer of hope, I choke
'Cause even if we didn't catch a little bit of something
We'd park that boat by the bluff at the Days Inn