Broken bottles under the sink
I am kissing babies with wedding rings
*Evaporation it* makes me think
Of broken bottles under the sink

Dear God, can I cut in line? 
Dear God, am I wasting my time?

Broken bottles and devil's kin
The irritation pushes the pin
I can't afford to keep within
The broken bottles and devil's kin

Dear God, can I cut in line?
Dear God, am I wasting my time?

Broken bottles behind the scene
I feel your hand and kerosene 
Intoxicated; there's no escape
Of broken bottles behind the scene

And now we are breathing in a policy
Getting bludgeoned by the policy 
Our boiling broken policy
How the hell is this all happening?

Dear God, can I cut in line?
Dear God, am I wasting my time?

Hey wait, hold on to me
'Cus everything is sinking
In denial while my teeth keep on chattering
How can you leave when the mud's 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






                          Thanks to Solarbear24 for correcting these lyrics

                          Thanks to PrimoSelwyn for correcting these lyrics