200 gallons ago, I buttoned up my jacket I said goodnight to my supervisor, walked to my car, and unlocked it The inside's so cold, at least the shit's still running Picked up my cell phone; the roof of the car looks good for slugging Walked in through my back door like a bull through bedsheets There were flowers on the floor went from bull, to weak in the knees Yeah, I'm a fuck-up. First day home. Yeah, I'm fucked up and I'm calling you. Put a camera in my car and you'd get me less and less and less. I need a windshield built for war that can withstand my confidence Today I reached into a shitter and saw the inmost part of me My reflection has looked better, but never clean Yeah, I'm a fuck-up. First day home. Yeah, I'm fucked up and I'm calling you. Nights like these won't be avoided. Not by me.