Broken Bottles

Broken bottles under the sink

I'm kissing babies, with wedding rings

Evaporation, it makes me think

Of broken bottles under the sink

Dear God, can I cut in line?

Dear God, am I wasting my time?

Broken bottles under the skin

The imitation pushes the pin

I can't afford to keep it thin

Broken bottles under the skin

Dear God, can I cut in line?

Dear God, am I wasting my time?

All broken bottles behind the scene

I'm filling your head with kerosine

Intoxicated on self esteem

All broken bottles behind the scenes

And now we're breathing in our policy

Keep getting bludgeoned by the policy

Our poor little broken policy

Now why the hell is this all happening?

Dear God, can I cut in line?

Dear God, am I wasting my time?

Can we hold on to me

Cause everything is sinking in denial

While my teeth keep on chattering

How can you leave,

when the bloods up to my knees

And the doors of cement

It's never ending

I don't want to relive this

I don't want to relive it

I don't want to relive this

I don't want to relive it

I don't want to relive this

I don't want to relive it