I sit here alone on another cold day and i look to my plate and I hope and I pray as I sink I fall to the bottle again — it cuts to the quick and it breaks the bones and i’ve played by the rules and i’ve broke a few but somethings got to change i throw in the towel and the bottle breaks and I fall to the ground and your body quakes and nothing’s going to change — and I lay here broken by the wave and I cast no shadows where I lay and i’m bruised and beaten by the wind and i’ve lost all I have to give.
