Broken Man

I tried like hell to give up this time Didn't miss a ball game, stopped on a dime Shoulda been a while since I had a drink But the father of the year ain't what you think On the second shelf like my old man You'll find a half a fifth behind a Folger's can There's some nights I pour it down the drain For them other ones I can't say the same Cause it's like you're holding back the wind while You're sailing through the storm Like staying on eight seconds when Your glove's a little too worn Yeah it's knowing what you do Ain't really who you are It's praying that you'll change And hoping that you can These are the good intentions Of a broken man A few numbers in my phone wish I didn't have When lonely comes knocking at 2am I try to not give in but I know all too well I'm gonna wake up in morning kinda hatin' myself Cause it's like you're holding back the wind while You're sailing through the storm Like staying on eight seconds when Your glove's a little too worn Yeah it's knowing what you do Ain't really who you are It's praying that you'll change And hoping that you can These are the good intentions of a broken man Of a broken man It's a damn good thing I don't know how to quit Cause it just might be the thing that gets me out of this Cause it's like you're holding back the wind While you're sailing through the storm Like staying on eight seconds when Your glove's a little worn It's knowing what you do Ain't really who you are It's praying that you'll change And hoping that you can These are the good intentions These are the good intentions of a broken man Of a broken man