Broken Bottles

She's still on my mind
 I got whiskey on my breath, I'm wasted
 Killing myself just to kill some time
 And I'm so sick of it all
 I been staring at the ceiling getting to feeling
 Like smashing my radio up against the wall
 Don't want to hear another love song
 The voices in my head are singing along
 Telling me to be the next ex-lover to
 die in a gutter alone
 I'm just so damn sick of it all
 Love letters and alcohol
 Broken bottles and pain
 Here it goes again
 She turned this heart of steel to rust
 In this world that's turning its still burning
 for something in this world that don't turn to dust
 And, girl, I've got only you to thank
 Hank Williams might have been a love-sick drinker
 but being a love-sick drunk don't make you Hank