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 (don't think) 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?

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