Feel so hollow,
And my head feels like a crowd,
And I know you don't mean to pretend,
But you've been too many ways,
So nothing will change.
Counting the ways you put yourself to sleep,
The days you put away for safe-keeping,
So maybe yes,
So maybe no,
Maybe not,
Or just...
Or just maybe,
We're still alive,
I hear your kind words,
And that's some kind of miracle,
It all sounds so hollow,
And all that's been left unsaid,
Will never make it across our bed,
When you close the distance,
And what opens,
What if all that's never said,
And all that's in our heads,
What if all that's never said,
Goes said,
Counting the ways to put yourself to sleep,
The days you put away for safe-keeping,
So maybe yes,
So maybe no,
Maybe not,
Or just...
Or just maybe,
So maybe yes,
So maybe no,
Or just maybe,
Or just maybe...
