Holes

There's a picture frame hangin' at the end of the hall
 Pile of dust on the floor where my fist met the drywall
 That's my MO, leavin' something broke everywhere I go
 Holes
 There's a rusty old truck door sittin' in a field
 That I filled full of buckshot every time I got
 Mad at something over nothing didn't matter at all
 Holes
 In my life, down in my bones
 From my heart, to my soul
 There's a lonely space on the big brass bed
 Where we first made love
 And she laid her head on my shoulder
 Before I told her it was over
 Holes
 There's a million conversations with my old man
 'Bout who he was, and who I am
 That I never had, I just wouldn't listen
 I just kept digging myself down in 'em holes in my life
 Down in my bones
 From my heart, to my soul
 Holes
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 Well I woke up today, put the shovel down
 Stepped out of my haze, took a look around
 Saw a ray of light shining through the clouds
 So I climbed out
 And I let it shine
 Down in my bones
 From my heart, right through my soul
 Through all my holes
 Through all these holes