The Coastals - Saint Christopher lyrics

Well it turns out all my travels circled right back to the start All around a trail of half-accomplished deeds and broken hearts A decade pa**ed, back digging out my space behind the ball And falling back on wishful thinking, imbalance, and alcohol So while I really do appreciate the thought Well I need ten thousand dollars and a ticket to the top I never stuck around long enough to watch nothing take hold Wound too tight to play a less than perfect hand when I could fold I start to think adults and adolescents are the same But they're just wearing different faces And they're playing different games And it might seem to you that I'm an open book A bit more like an open casket Either way it's worth a look And so I pledge that I'll start over Appeal to Saint Christopher again And see it to the end I don't know where I have gone I just know where I have been So while I really do appreciate the thought I would rather that you join me as I spit and burn white hot