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 of Jack 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 2 am

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

How to know how to quit

'Cause it just might be the thing that gets me out of this

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