christmas parties and all-night fights 
i remember you sweet talking to me beneath the strung-
up lights 
those days are gone now; 
i know i had everything to do with that. 
'cause i've never been afraid of dying, 
never done much to avoid it. 
these memories still keep me up at night 

on my way 
back from a place 
no recovering 
and i'm bleeding on my knuckles again 
fighting a fight i can't win 
broken teeth and broken nose and 10 years at the bottom 
of a bottle 
will you help me find my way back home? 

the halls in this place, you can hear 'em scream 
'cause they had to watch and listen to the people and 
the voices of what they'd seen. 
i can't hear anything and all i can see 
is a memory of your smile, your necklace: pistol locket 
on a silver chain. 
hold on too tight, you'll lose everything. 

on my way 
back from a place 
no recovering 
and i'm bleeding on my knuckles again 
fighting a fight i can't win 
broken teeth and broken nose and 10 years at the bottom 
of a bottle 
will you help me find my way back home?