Waking up at three am, drowning in the haze
Of broken dreams and broken promises
Scared of making a $#&@ing difference

Could you answer me, and tell me the truth

Leaving this place so empty handed

Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth
Leaving this place so empty handed
Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth

Until it falls apart

Broken foundation, buried underneath

And a smile to make the emptiness complete
Puncture my ribs, like something more
With beaten bruised and drunken heart


Waking up at three am, waking up at three am
Waking up to nothing


Leaving this place so empty handed
Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth

Leaving this place so empty handed
Beaten down, with a bad taste in my mouth
Until it falls apart


Broken foundation, buried underneath
And a smile to make the emptiness complete

Puncture my ribs, like something more
With beaten bruised and drunken heart


Coins across the floor, seasons burden me
And make the emptiness complete


Broken foundation, buried underneath
And a smile to make the emptiness complete
Puncture my ribs, like something more

With beaten bruised and drunken heart

Broken foundation

With beaten, bruised and drunken heart
Broken foundation
With beaten, bruised and drunken heart