You make me feel hollow
The emptiness burns under my skin
And I lay awake
Hiding dead bodies in my dreams
Tonight, and last week
And I’m holding on
But I don’t like this
The sky is a shade of darkness
And it is clouding my judgment
Cold feet on and unvarnished floor
Part of me still feels warm
From the light that’s coming through the window
And I’m holding on
Somehow, I’m holding on
But I don’t like this
The sky is a shade of darkness
Why is it clouding my judgment
'Cause you’re scared
To sit in the front seat while where driving
'Cause its moving too fast
You don’t want to strap yourself in for the ride
'Cause I don’t like this
'Cause this place feels old now
