200 gallons ago, I buttoned up my jacketnI said goodnight to my supervisor, walked to my car, and unlocked itnThe inside's so cold, at least the shit's still runningnPicked up my cell phone; the roof of the car looks good for sluggingnnWalked in through my back door like a bull through bedsheetsnThere were flowers on the floor went from bull, to weak in the kneesnYeah, I'm a fuck-up. First day home.nYeah, I'm fucked up and I'm calling you.nnPut a camera in my car and you'd get me less and less and less.nI need a windshield built for war that can withstand my confidencenToday I reached into a shitter and saw the inmost part of menMy reflection has looked better, but never cleannnYeah, I'm a fuck-up. First day home.nYeah, I'm fucked up and I'm calling you.nnNights like these won't be avoided.nNot by me.