Send The Bill

A brief conversation, a six hour drive

The hell where you've been showing round the eyes

A life packed in boxes from a life lived in bars

As we pull out you show me the scars

You fell off the wagon, ran through a wall

Jumped off a mountain, that hard a fall

You sleep for hours finally still

Your note read “Thank you, send the bill”

Well I'm sorry for everything I did

and all of that I didn't do

But you have to know that I never meant

for any of it, for any of you

Please forgive me for smoking up a storm

But I never could bend my will

So I leave all with a note that reads

“I love you, send the bill”