Punch-drunk, Drag-out Blackout (revised)

normally I don't do this sort of thing, but I thought this one desvered revsion. I think it flows better now, what do you guys think?

trapped in this room,
I've considered going crazy
throwing myself at the door and windows
I given my lights more black eyes than I'll care to count

looking at this bottle filled with amber
then tossing it to the floor
broken glass rips through my feet
but I can't feel it anymore

listless and brooding,
I've been staring at these walls for days.
wondering how I can tear them down
the sheet rock and plaster have endless layers
oh, If I could just learn to behave.

I don't think you'd want to mess with me
as I'm feeling quite quixotic

I'm lost in the bedsheets
as the nights blur into weeks

my closet holds but one skeleton
and it refuses to leave me alone

I'll forget you if you will
I'll forgive me if you won't
I'll forget you if you will