I hate when I get left alone I'm sure that all these calls are getting old A short drive, 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
How did it start? This episode's got me crawling and flying I'm high and I'm low
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 Everyday I'm afraid That I might find the bottom My hands are torn up 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 Everyday I'm afraid That I might find the bottom My hands are torn up I know I've got my problemsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
