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