Broken Bottles

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