The Nothing

All of the nothing that I do

No fucking worldview

And stay in for weeks

It seems like

This listlessness imbues

My body with dead hues

And I need to get out

And find the love of my life

Oh, things can get so good

And I know that they could

I need to get out

And find the love of my life

All of the nothing that I do

What one could I go through

Sick of kissing my hands

All hours of the night

Oh, things can get so good

And I know that they could

I need to get out

And find the love of my life

Oh, things can get so good

And I know that they could

I need to get out

And find the love of my life

Oh, things can get so good

And I know that they could

I need to get out

And find the love of my life

Oh, things can get so good

And I know that they could

I need to get out

And find the love of my life