This One's On MeBryan, I don't know you.I see you but don't know you,Whiskeyed up and fighting shadows,Christ! It's only six a.m..And when you run out of booze and opponents,I watch you walk your beat.You cover miles,Eyes fixed on the middle nothing,Thoughts, well, god knows where.Where it went wrong when she left you and took what you thought made it work,Made it mean.And they say she's doing fine now and your kids all got good grades.And you remember some abuse,Not by you,No, but of you,Well, there's a turn around.Not a story that you tell,When your head's still thinking right,But maybe later,Later on tonightYou'll sob it out.And make