Tekst Utworu

Broke or broken or some combination A surge protector holding just a little too much responsibility Is bound to blow a fuse or sometimes burn the house down (And that's how I feel some days) Because - and everybody says - it's not uncommon Things can't pile up that high (And that's how I feel some days) Broke or broken or some combination This year's been one long altercation I can't seem to swing hard enough My gas station clerk's probably worried I bought my Dr Pepper in change again Guess I'll pass the time watching the clock go by And interject myself to whine The absence in effort to ever get better The feeling that all of my friends are fair-weather Trying to snag a moment from the songs that sing of glitz and glamor (And that's how I feel some days) Broke or broken or some combination This year's been one long altercation I can't seem to swing hard enough Bent to bending too late to venting To not quite sure what the hell I'm saying Everything summed up, one thing for certain is that I will fall apart I swear I'm trying Passing out "I'm Sorry"s like a share size bag of candy Everybody's saying they taste a little bit funny Broke or broken or some combination This year's been one long altercation I can't seem to swing hard enough Bent to bending too late to venting To not quite sure what the hell I'm saying Everything summed up, one thing for certain is that I will fall apart
Writer(s): Stanley Brett Fryman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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