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