Broken

I hate when I get left alone

I'm sure that all these calls are getting old

A short drive (a short drive), just get me home (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? (How did it start?)

This episode (this episode) has got me crawling and flying

I'm high and I'm low, oh

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

Every day 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

Every day I'm afraid that I might find the bottom

My hands are torn up

I know I've got my problems

I've got my problems

I know I've got my problems