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