Megan Luttrell - Broken Bottles

Broken bottles broken bones
And you're waking up alone
Broken bottles broken hands
And I lost my last chance
Broken bottles broken hearts
Where's my fresh start?
Broken bottles broken home
And you're waking up alone

Paper thin skin rubbing on a whiskey glass
Asking Him please, can you make this one last?
Asking God for a good wife
Asking God for a good life
Asking God to put a little more in that whiskey glass

Lonely days empty bed
Sleeping with all the things she said
Lonely days cold nights
And you're falling out of sight
Lonely days empty glass
And it goes by so fast
Lonely day wasted time
And you're tripping on a straight line

Paper thin skin rubbing on a whiskey glass
Asking Him please, can you make this one last?
Asking God for a good wife
Asking God for a good life
Asking God to put a little more in that whiskey glass

Broken word empty threat
You ain't man enough yet
Broken word broken glass
And cigarette ash
Broken down watched you fall
You punched a hole in the wall
Broken word empty plea
When you turned that fist on me

Paper thin skin rubbing on a whiskey glass
Asking Him please, can you make this one last?
Asking God for a good wife
Asking God for a good life
Asking God to put a little more in that whiskey glass

Paper thin skin rubbing on a whiskey glass
Asking Him please, can you make this one last?
Asking God for a good wife
Asking God for a good life
Asking God to put a little more in that whiskey glass

Written by:
Megan Luttrell

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