D+ - Rusted lyrics

I remember you An artist in first grade Mine was voted best but I knew we should trade Then I was a punk Hitching to the city He stopped in your Camaro Girlfriend looking pretty And now my little girl asked Why you're in the gutter Tell her who you were and You begin to mutter I may be drunk But I can be trusted Just a little bit rusted A little bit rusted Are you mad at me? I say far from that How you spent first grade In a stocking cap I was good boy then My folks split up Not to blame them, though, for Turning out drunk Well, you play shows Don't drink doubles Get'cha in trouble Get'cha in trouble There's some bad in me that Comes from alcohol Makes me smell like sh** Stumble down and fall The road to Hell Is strewn with friends That k**ed themselves To make amends I may be drunk But I can be trusted Just a little bit rusted A little bit rusted A little bit rusted A little bit rusted