I've been spending too much timePicking up glass piecesOf the broken bottles that I hideLike some kind of agentWorking in the forcesCause the night before this I lost my mindAnd if shame could be bottled with lightI'd sell it to the rich menI'd sell it to the folks without a heartAnd if blame could be corneredI'd kill it real slowI forgot to know me it would dieAnd if shame could be bottled with lightNowhere I feel in feelingsOne thing is like a kingI want you to know thatI didn't mean a thingI guess that's what it looks likeWhen you're feeling desperateWhen you're feeling desperateYou can't keep it all separate like beforePain and passions with omissionBut no one seems to listenNo one seems to care anymoreAnd if shame could be bottled with lightI'd sell it to the rich menI'd sell it to the rich menTo the folks without a heartAnd if time could be corneredI'd kill it real slowBefore it got to know meIt would dieAnd if time could be bottledWell, I'd sell it to the rich menI'd sell it to the folks without a heartAnd if time could be corneredI'd kill it real slowBefore it got to know meIt would dieAnd now I'm feeling feelingsPutting fingers like a keyYeahI want you to know thatIt didn't mean anything