Broken

I hate when I get left alone
 I'm sure that all these calls are getting old
 A short drive (a short drive), just get me home (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
 I know I've got my problems
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 How did it start? (How did it start?)
 This episode (this episode) has got me crawling and flying
 I'm high and I'm low, oh
 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
 Every day I'm afraid that I might find the bottom
 My hands are torn up
 I know I've got my problems
 I know I've got my problems
 I know I've got my problems
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 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
 Every day I'm afraid that I might find the bottom
 My hands are torn up
 I know I've got my problems
 I've got my problems
 I know I've got my problems