Broken Bottles

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, i'm wasting my time
Broken bottles and devil's kin
The irritation pushes the pin
I can't afford to keep with them
Broken bottles and devil's kin
Dear god, can i cut in line
Dear god, i'm wastin my time

Broken bottles behind the scene
I feel your hand and kerosene
Intoxicated there's no scape
Of broken bottles behind the scene
And now we're breathing in a policy
Getting judge by the policy
Our boiling broken policy
How the hell is all this happening
Dear god, can i cut in line
Dear god, i'm wasting my time
Hey, wait hold on to me
'cus everything is taking in denial while my teeth keep on chattering
How can you leave when i sunk to my knees
And the doors are cemented, 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