I tried like hell to give up this time
Didn't miss a ball game, stopped on a dime
Shoulda been a while since I had a drink
But the father of the year ain't what you think
On the second shelf like my old man
You'll find a half a fifth behind a Folger's can
There's some nights I pour it down the drain
For them other ones I can't say the same
Cause it's like you're holding back the wind while
You're sailing through the storm
Like staying on eight seconds when
Your glove's a little too worn
Yeah it's knowing what you do
Ain't really who you are
It's praying that you'll change
And hoping that you can
These are the good intentions
Of a broken man
A few numbers in my phone wish I didn't have
When lonely comes knocking at 2am
I try to not give in but I know all too well
I'm gonna wake up in morning kinda hatin' myself
Cause it's like you're holding back the wind while
You're sailing through the storm
Like staying on eight seconds when
Your glove's a little too worn
Yeah it's knowing what you do
Ain't really who you are
It's praying that you'll change
And hoping that you can
These are the good intentions of a broken man
Of a broken man
It's a damn good thing
I don't know how to quit
Cause it just might be the thing that gets me out of this
Cause it's like you're holding back the wind
While you're sailing through the storm
Like staying on eight seconds when
Your glove's a little worn
It's knowing what you do
Ain't really who you are
It's praying that you'll change
And hoping that you can
These are the good intentions
These are the good intentions of a broken man
Of a broken man
