| What’s life?
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| I’m a hollow shell
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| That cannot talk to you at night
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| Wish that I had you on tape
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| I don’t remember what it’s like
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| Hard times baby, I need help
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| I don’t think my stars align
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| In bad times, I don’t think I’ll make it out
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| When you raise your voice you’re tearing out my spine
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| I’ve got a heart half full, but I still I spill
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| The same way I spill my red wine
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| But in a moment you slip
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| And put your lip upon my lip
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| I won’t sue you
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| I’ll be real
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| I don’t speak aloud I only text
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| Your friend said that would be alright
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| I wade through phases I cannot express
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| You hear me talk in complicated rhyme
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| And so I just stay here planning my next step
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| Wait home and pace rooms
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| This is every night
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| Is it the way you react?
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| I place my hand upon your back
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| I’ll be real with you
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| This is a crisis
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| You choose not to see it
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| I went away because away’s what I needed
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| This is not treason but sometimes it feels it
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| Sometimes you lie and you lie for no reason
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| I’d say you’d stay but can’t honestly mean it
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| I am in pain and I keep it a secret
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| Hard times baby I need help…
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| Hard times baby I need help… (I need help…)
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| It’s not the words that I lack
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| It’s how your eyes look like a cat’s
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| I can’t get through to you |