Golden Ticket

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 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 caused all that water But 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 will take care of you and I again So now that I found it I'll tie the ropes around it And make sure that the bottle never bothers us again Well I promise this time really. yeah? I'm cleaning up sincerely. yeah And I'll make sure that the devil never bothers you again How I wish that you had sold me on all of those big goals Of being a good father not a careless liar Well am I really that old, ignorant or too slow To realize I have lost my golden ticket back home?