"The List" lyrics

Well, I wish time had a throttle
I wish years had changed your mind
I'm peelin' labels off the bottle
Till that clear green glass can finally get its chance to shine

But 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

Awe, make me a list, do what you gotta do
You heard stories about my past and they're probably true
Hey, make me a list, 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

Well I don't mind keepin' pictures
I don't wear those shoes no more
And the sweet ol' winds of change
Took a while to call my name
But now and then those sleeping dogs
Come howling at my door

Oww, make me a list, do what you gotta do
You heard stories about my past and they're probably true
Awe, make me a list, hey, 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 to 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 score
Then you can keep your heart attack

Hell, make me a list, do what you gotta do
Y'all heard stories about my past and they're probably true
Oh, 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
Hey, that list of things you don't like about me
Has gotta be shorter than mine