Beer Bottles and Broken Hearts

I was potent once, full-bodied and robust. I was a rebel with a minor chord and shined like a pantsuit playboy. Took my aim and always found the mark on beer bottles and broken hearts. Payday was party time down at the Whispering Pines. True love was written on the wall in the backroom of Freedom’s pool hall. They weigh the same, there’s no difference in the dark ‘tween beer bottles and broken hearts. Beer bottles and broken hearts. Time has turned me into something that I’m not. Beer bottles and broken hearts. Living the dream on a losing streak. Moving faster than time’s inevitable creep. A heart and a fist accessorized my sleeve—a grand gesture for whatever tempted me. I stood my ground where it always falls apart with beer bottles and broken hearts. Beer bottles and broken hearts. Time has turned me into something that I’m not. Beer bottles and broken hearts. Don’t let the smooth taste fool ya. When morning comes, I’m so tired of beer bottles and broken hearts. Time has turned me into something that I’m not. Beer bottles and broken hearts.