The List

Well, I wish time hadn't throttled I wish years had changed your mind I'll be the labels of the bottle 'Til that clear green glass can finally get its chance to shine Well, I ain't gonna make excuses I've since lost all track of my demons and their muses So if you're still keeping score, then you can keep your heart attack I'll make me a list, do whatchu gotta do You heard stories about my past and they're probably true Hell, make me a list, oh, that'll be fine If you wanna sling mud in my face, tell you what? You can get to the back of the line I don't live in the past, it ain't gonna last And the years ain't always been kind But that list of things you don't like about me Is gonna be shorter than mine What I don't mind, I keep in pictures I don't wear those shoes no more And the sweet old winds've changed Took a while to call my name But now and then, those sleeping dogs come howlin' at my door I'll make me a list, do whatchu gotta do You heard stories about my past and they're probably true I'll make me a list and that'll be fine If you wanna sling mud in my face, tell you what? You can get to the back of the line I don't live in the past, it ain't gonna last And the years ain't always been kind But that list of things you don't like about me Is gonna be shorter than mine Now I ain't here to make excuses And I've since lost all track of my demons and their muses So if you're still keeping a score, then you can keep your heart attack Hell, make me a list, do whatchu gotta do Y'all heard stories about my past and they're probably true I'll make me a list, oh, that'll be fine If you wanna sling mud in my face, tell you what? You can get to the back of the line I don't live in the past, it ain't gonna last And the years ain't always been kind But that list of things you don't like about me Is bound to be shorter than mine And that list of things you don't like about me Is gotta be shorter than mine