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.