Holes

There's a picture frame hangin' at the end of the hall Pile of dust on the floor where my fist met the drywall That's my MO, leavin' something broke everywhere I go Holes There's a rusty old truck door sittin' in a field That I filled full of buckshot every time I got Mad at something over nothing didn't matter at all Holes In my life, down in my bones From my heart, to my soul There's a lonely space on the big brass bed Where we first made love And she laid her head on my shoulder Before I told her it was over Holes There's a million conversations with my old man 'Bout who he was, and who I am That I never had, I just wouldn't listen I just kept digging myself down in 'em holes in my life Down in my bones From my heart, to my soul Holes Well I woke up today, put the shovel down Stepped out of my haze, took a look around Saw a ray of light shining through the clouds So I climbed out And I let it shine Down in my bones From my heart, right through my soul Through all my holes Through all these holes