Broke every bone in your body
  for all I know,
  gone halfway to heaven before the devil's seen you go.
  The years are changing from far away,
  and I'll wake up in Nebraska on New Year's Day.
  You put your brakes on like a sinking suspicion,
  and tell me what have you got?
  No control over old libraries
  of useless thoughts.
    I think someone should hit you.
  They should hit you where it hurts,
  with sticks and stones and break your bones
  and leave you in the dirt.
  The things that they say behind your back
  are too treacherous to be anything but fact.
    And the future's so bright
  that it's fight or flight
  to the sound of a siren song.
  When you don't know better you put off
  what you can't prolong.
    Wish you were here,
  we'd start the year on a death trip.
  Wish you were here,
  we'd start the year on a death trip.
    Wish you were here,
  we'd start the year on a death trip.
  Wish you were here,
  we'd start the year on a death trip.
    As the clock struck midnight
  in another time zone,
  all I could think about
  were your broken bones.
  And as that car swerved
  from side to side,
  for the first time in a year
  I felt satisfied.
  But like every feeling,
  I felt you, felt it first.
  And everytime I hurt, you felt it worse,
  and the times I knelt to receive your curse
  are in the ditch by the side of the road.