"Golden Ticket (Reimagined)" 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 ceiling
An empty shot glass doesn't lie
So, I fulfilled my appetite
And crossed my fingers that the good Lord will take care of me and you again

So, now that I found it
I'll tie the ropes around it
And make sure that the bottle never bothers us again
Yeah, I promise this time, really
Yeah, I'm cleaning up sincerely
Yeah, I'll make sure that the devil never bothers you again

How I wish that you'd sold me on all of those big goals
Of being a good father, not so careless liar
Well, am I really that old
Ignorant, or too slow
To realize I have lost my golden ticket back home?