Please take care of yourself
Was the last thing I said
Right before that operator made us disconnected

Please take care of yourself
Was the last thing I said
Right before that operator made us disconnected

If you can’t hear me right now
I’ve got a formula vow
That swears I’ll do my best
to figure out this situation

First of all
I’ll explain why I cost all that water
and never fixed that leaking pipe
That floods us to the ceiling
An empty shot glass doesn’t lie
So I fulfilled my appetite
And crossed my fingers
That the good Lord would take care of you and I again

So now that I sound dead
I’ll try the road surrounded
And make sure that the bottle never bothers us again
I promise this time really
I’m cleaning up sincerely
I’ll make sure that the devil never bothers you again

How I wish that you’d sold
me on all of those big goads
Like being a good father
not a careless liar
Am I really that old,
Ignorant or too slow
to realize I’ve lost my golden ticket back home