crystal clear glass of a whiskey bottle
rings louder than the phone left off the hook
my only friends gathering will be the smoke rings
and the distant dreams... of all the things
I should have done right.
But I will smile knowing I did everything wrong
and it wasn't my lungs that grew blacker
with every draw on the cigarette...
and it wasn't the winter air around me
that became colder with every passing hour...
It was your heart.
...that changed everything inside of me
All my innocence and childhood dreams lie inside
the snowglobe that left the impression on the wall...
shattered on the floor
I'll pluck the shards of glass out of my feet
for the rest of the night and think...
if I glue this thing back together
will it all be alright again.
Knowing this feeling inside of me,
I will forever be broken.