Empty Shelf

There's a million things about me that never quite add up

But what's an empty shelf without it's dust?

Why do I remain so oblivious?

To the empty air in my lungs that keeps happiness lust

I'm abusing my mind reusing old lines to speak about the future from the past

Where I fill the cracks with useless fucking hatred

I keep wasting all my time

With all this negativity

I keep wasting all my time

To try and find some peace of mind

I wish that I could call this home

I wish I wasn't so alone

Never go back there, never come back here

I'm breaking down what I built up

I took my time to find the rut

That I've been stuck in

I'm fucking trapped in

I wish that I could call this home

I wish I wasn't so alone

Never go back there, never come back here

I'm breaking down what I built up

I took my time to find the rut

That I've been stuck in

I'm fucking trapped in