empty of a point or view desolate and here s the thing it s nothing new shine me up nice shake off the dust your god sees my friends more than me eyes red and black flickering in the moon i won t see you now i doubt i ll see you soon watch movies in a dimly lit room it ll be bright like the check engine light that burns through my head when it s 3am and i m thinking of you again with the thoughts so loud that i can t pretend to accept the ones i ve lost bright like the check engine light that burns through my head when it s 3am and i m thinking of you again like the check engine light that burns through my head when it s 3am and i m thinking of you again how much did it cost to suspend yourself in simple air and did you even care 