Hopeless Again from Letters Home by Defeater

Dear old friend
I'm feeling hopeless again
I'm giving in to my vices bottle in hand
I think I'm slipping again
At the end of my rope with this pain in my head

I could use your sage old advice,
Some words to calm me down
I ain't been sleeping most nights
With my girl sleeping all over town

I've got a short list of my enemies
Since days I spent in the trench
But he ain't no man, he's a cheat
A coward staring down death

In this letter I'll never send
I confess I kill them both where they stand
You only get what you give.

On the front lines I watched as good men died
I left a piece of me in foreign country side
in my own home, I'm a stranger now
I was a husband once. Lies built on losing ground

• Boston