Broken Bottle

Love doesn’t grow in the middle of the garden
No, no (No, no)
I could feel your pain but you really hate to show it
No, no (No, no)
I tried to give myself away
I did not get to say to you
That I did have somethin' to say
Forgive your fumbling ways, my dude
Oh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh
Oh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh
Running out of breath
I don’t think I could follow
Look at your footsteps
Look at the broken bottles
Crazy, I was a mess
Crazy, you was so hollow
Maybe I should address
Maybe I should
Give myself away
I did not get to say to you
That I did have somethin' to say
Forgive your fumbling ways, my dude
Oh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh
Oh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh
Oh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh
Oh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh