Empty - as if it matters that I title my songs.
[intro]
Hey,
Life’s being a bitch again.
And I had no one to call,
So I called you.
[verse1]
Just a blank fucking canvas,
Hoping to empty all my hatred,
And keep my sanity,
But all I hold sacred,
Mocks my pleas of blasphemy,
All this weight is deadly,
In my mind I lose gravity.
[chorus]
You’re not alone,
When you feel so lonely,
We’re here with you,
Dark room, sketches of tattoos,
Knowing we’ll never be what they wanted us to be,
So keep your hopes up, and drown in your dreams.
[verse2]
I can’t stand this vision of me,
But I get drunk with the color I see,
No rehab, no remedy,
It’s overwhelmingly intoxicating.
My bones have grown too week,
They can’t stand the beating,
My lungs are burning with fury,
They can’t stand the breathing.
My bones have grown too week,
They can’t stand the beating,
My lungs are burning with fury,
They can’t stand the breathing.
I just want it to stop!
[chorus]
You’re not alone,
When you feel so lonely,
We’re here with you,
Dark room, sketches of tattoos,
Knowing we’ll never be what they wanted us to be,
So keep your hopes up, and drown in your dreams.
[verse3]
Therapeutic letters fill my prescription,
I indulge in this falsetto fiction,
But it still remains,
The addiction,
It will never go away!
Blank fucking canvas,
I’ve lost my sanity,
It come’s crashing down,
Oh angelic gravity.