Lyrics Dial Drunk (Live From Fenway Park) - Noah Kahan

New England!

Rememberin' I promised to forget you now
But it's rainin' and I'm callin' drunk
And my medicine is drownin' your perspective out
So I ain't takin' any fault

Am I honest still? Am I half the man I used to be?
I doubt it, forget about it, whatever
It's all the same anyways

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown
In the name of someone I no longer know
For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone
Traffic lights and a transmitter radio

I don't like that when they threw me in the car
I gave your name as my emergency phone call
Honey, it rang and rang
Even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up
I'd dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'll die for you

New England!

I'm untetherin' from the parts of me you'd recognize
From charmin' to alarmin' in seconds
I'll be bedridden, I'll let the pain metastasize
But that's morning, I'll forget it

And the dial tone is all I have

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown
In the name of someone I no longer know
For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone
Traffic lights and a transmitter radio

I don't like that when they threw me in the car
I gave your name as my emergency phone call
Honey, it rang and rang
Even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up
I dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'll die for you

I beg you, sir, just let me call
I'll give you my blood alcohol
I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell
I'll change my faith, I'll praise the flag
Let's wait, I swear she'll call me back
"Son, are you a danger to yourself?"

Well, fuck that, sir, just let me call
I'll give you my blood alcohol
I'll rot with all the burnouts in the cell
I'll change my faith, I'll kiss the badge
Let's wait, I swear she'll call me back
"Son, why do you do this to yourself?"

And I said, "I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown"
In the name of someone I no longer know (I no longer know)
For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone
Traffic lights and a transmitter radio

I don't like that when they threw me in the car
I gave your name as my emergency phone call
Honey, it rang and rang
Even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up
I'd dial drunk, I'll die a drunk, I'll die for you

I'd fuckin' die for you, Fenway Park
I cannot believe this shit, man, whoo!

I ain't proud of all the punches that I've thrown
In the name of someone I no longer know
For the shame of being young, drunk, and alone
Traffic lights and a transmitter radio

I don't like that when they threw me in the car
I gave your name as my emergency phone call
Honey, it (rang and rang)
(Even the cops thought you were wrong for hangin' up)
I'd dial drunk, I'd die a drunk, I'll die for you

It's so good to be home
My name is Noah Kahan
I'm from Strafford, Vermont
I lived up the road in Watertown, Massachusetts
My mom went to Boston College, my dad went to M.I.T.
And I'm playing fuckin' Fenway Park tonight

If I had enough words, I would tell you what this meant to me
But I'm just gonna play my sad, fuckin' depressing music
I hope that you guys hear it
Uh, this next song is, uh, is an anthem for, uh
For wishing people the worst
And I thought it would be perfect to play here in New England