Golden Ticket - Manchester Orchestra

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 sealing.

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 to slow

To realize I have lost my golden ticket back home?