Broken

作曲: Jonathan Gering/Mike Hranica/Kyle Sipress

I hate when I get left alone

I’m sure that all these calls are getting old

A short drive /just get me home

The cost is nowhere near to what I owe

From the back of the car it’s sinking in

Like a shot of fear and adrenaline

I’m a lost cause with nothing left

Can’t you see that?

My hands are torn up

From all these broken bottles

I can’t stand, lost too much

I know I’ve got my problems

I know I’ve got my problems

How did it start?

This episode’s got me crawling and flying

I’m high and I’m low

I watch from afar and make my bets

As you sit back and light a cigarette

A lost cause with nothing left

Can’t you see that?

My hands are torn up

From all these broken bottles

I can’t stand, lost too much

I know I’ve got my problems

Everyday I’m afraid

That I might find the bottom

My hands are torn up

I know I’ve got my problems

I know I’ve got my problems

I know I’ve got my problems

Drink it down, I’m on empty

Shaking now, please don’t worry

It surrounds all that I see

I’m on empty

My hands are torn up

From all these broken bottles

I can’t stand, lost too much

I know I’ve got my problems

Everyday I’m afraid

That I might find the bottom

My hands are torn up

I know I’ve got my problems