Manchester Orchestra - Golden Ticket lyrics

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 gla** 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