Late-Night Delivery - Good For Nothing

Remember April
Breathing through a bottle
You didn't know which handle was the handle
And you faked a southern accent
Traded for a break in the back
I found you face down
Lying in his ashes
And I was callous, shallow
Thinking it's a battle baby
Forget every stupid thing that I said and didn't say

When you needed something
But I'm good for nothing
When you needed something
But I'm good for nothing

I'm singing to you
Sent downriver from the mountains that you call home
So much suffer in the valley when you come home
Send you a sorry in my sad way, my brother, no
Sent downriver from the mountains that you call home

I bought the drinks
You bought the farmhouse
You shut the shutters
We forgot how to be brothers

When you needed something
But I'm good for nothing
When you needed something
But I'm good for nothing

I'm singing to you
Sent downriver from the mountains that you call home
So much suffer in the valley when you come home
Send you a sorry in my sad way, my brother, no
Sent downriver from the mountains that you call home

I bought the drinks
You bought the farmhouse
You shut the shutters
We forgot how to be brothers

Written by:
Peter Hassett

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