Broken bottles under the sink I'm kissing babies with wedding rings Elaboration 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 irritation pushes the pin I can't afford to keep it thin The 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 kerosene Intoxicated on self esteem All broken bottles behind the scenes
And now we're breathing in a 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 blood's 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