Letters home

So, I'm writing' you this letter between rests
'Cause yesterday a bullet found my chest
And I don't got the energy to dress myself
And I can't walk without help

And I

I can't remember why I joined this war
And I can't tell you what we're fighting' for
I guess I wasn't smart enough to see the game
And that no one's keeping' score

And now, you would not believe the things I miss
It's all the little things that fill that list
Like playing' with the dogs
And helping' father chop the wood behind the fence

Now I

I'm not sure if I'll see another day
The doctor said it could go either way
But I just wanted you to know
No matter if I sink of fall or blink out in this hospital

That I'm alright, yeah
I made peace with it all
Mistakes and all