I spend a lot of time staring out the kitchen window Dwelling on doubts thinking of things that I just couldn't keep pinned down Relationships and situations Never worked out how I wanted Little words and devastations That have left me haunted All the ugly images, who'll pay for the damages When will I get what I deserve? I'm a raw nerve don't you know that I'm a raw nerve don't ya know that I'm a raw nerve! The man is coming in an hour to shut off the power But I already feel so powerless I feel like such a coward, so I take a cold shower While I wish that I did not exist wish I could make myself cry or list ten reasons not to die But now I'm flying down the road starting to swerve I'm a raw nerve don't ya know that I'm a raw nerve don't ya know that I'm a raw nerve! Part II The car went off the road All that's left are the tracks Like the ones in your arms Where the veins have collapsed I lost my will, I lost my way I thought I'd even lose myself And now I can't even say 'Well at least I have my health' I'm a hollow woman all the good in me has died Leaving a shell, so broken So empty inside Chorus I've got nothing left I'm barren and bitter and bereft I've got nothing left And I don't know what comes next I've got a face for radio And a broken voice But I don't plan on letting go If I have a choice to keep on living Not to give in Not to listen to the demons Laughing at me while they place their bets I've got nothing left Each time I make something It's something from nothing Each time I make something it's something from nothing at all I'm broke as a joke and I'm sick as a dog My lungs filled with smoke, and my heads full of fog I'm high as a kite but I'm fit as a fiddle I'm running on spite as I split down the middle But I'll fight (fight, fight!) one more hour, one more night This life is the sentence I must serve I'm a raw nerve Don't ya know that I'm a raw nerve I'm a raw nerve, don't you know that I'm a raw nerve! I'm in so-oh-oh much pain I can't see straight I guess that it's time to self medicate Will you wrap me in a blanket, baby I'm a basket case But nothing can touch me When I'm in your embrace Look at me and you'll see a warped and worn out singer as hopeless as a honey bee with a torn out stinger I've got nothing left Except for this feeling I can't shake it I've got nothing left except for my heart, it's yours, please won't you take it? Tangled in the wreckage Of my bombed out skeleton A pile of flesh and failing organs with a foolish grin Smoke until my lungs turn black I killed my cares can they come back Now I've got nothing but regret I've got nothing left Something from nothing Each time that I create Something from nothing each time that I create I think I'm starting To dissociate...