You must be broken
By a thousand ways of wasting time
Get to the point
And off a hundred lines a week
No need to change my mind
cleaner shade of thinking time
But I seem to think more than I act upon most things.
 [bad word] 
Do you ever wonder
How hard you hit?
You broke my thunder
Do you ever wonder?

scar was sewn
drop of blood was saved for making wine
Still no repent
On how you [bad word] when I shake
mental jaw was used
To pry me from this wrecking bond
The sad detail is all the promises I make.
 [bad word] 

I'm cramped and crawling from under the dead
I'm sick of living without you in bed
I've made mistakes that I wrote... That I read...
But now I just can't seem to be preoccupied
The heart was tossed with a black lace chain
With these hands that I write with
And the ode that I live by, you know
I will never be with you.
 [bad word] 

'Cause God made this night for me
silly devil in me talking [bad word] for walking
Over and out... Over and out...
But this year's the year I write to be
That silly devil in me talking [bad word] for walking
Over and out... Over and out...

Do you ever wonder
How hard you hit?
You broke my thunder
Do you ever wonder
How hard you hit?
You broke my
You broke my
You broke my
You broke my thunder