Empty Boy

Empty joy I scrape the bottom of this can I look for love I let you slide through my hands And I know you didn't mean it But you got me so undone And I hope I’m not too late Cause I would rather stay than be spun Out on the line again These old stars Stories from the flame burnt out I bite my tongue I let it all come pouring out And I know you didn't mean it But you got me so undone And I hope I'm not too late Cause I would rather stay than be spun Out on the line Waiting for you To come back home And eat me alive And I know you didn’t mean it But you got me so undone And I hopе I'm not too late But I would rather stay than be spun Out on thе line Waiting for you To come back home And eat me alive