Broken Bottles

Am F Dm Am Am Broken bottles under the sink Am I'm kissing babies with wedding rings Am Elaboration makes me think Am Of broken bottles under the sink F Dear God, can I cut in line? Dm G Am Dear God, am I wasting my time? Am Broken bottles under the skin Am The irritation pushes the pin Am I can't afford to keep it thin Am The broken bottles under the skin F Dear God, can I cut in line? Dm G Am Dear God, am I wasting my time? Am F Dm G Am Am All broken bottles behind the scene Am I'm filling your head with kerosene Am Intoxicated on self esteem Am All broken bottles behind the scenes Am And now we're breathing in a policy Am Keep getting bludgeoned by the policy Am Our poor little broken policy Am Now why the hell is this all happening? F Dear God, can I cut in line? Dm G Am Dear God, am I wasting my time? Am F Dm G Am F Dm G Guitar Solo Am C F Dm G Am C F Dm G Am Am Can we hold on to me C F 'Cause everything is sinking in denial Dm G Am While my teeth keep on chattering Am How can you leave C F When the blood's up to my knees F And the doors of cement Dm G It's never ending F I don't want to relive this Dm G I don't want to relive it F I don't want to relive this Dm G I don't want to relive it F I don't want to relive this Dm G Am I don't want to relive it