P*ssing in a bottle just to stay on the phone I tend to get disgusting when I'm all alone I guess there's something to be said About the way I conduct myself Cause I love the way I feel in Euphemism for the threat of solitude Staring at a screen in my darkened room But I love the way I feel in Using feeling the emptiness as a tool Lost inside the angst I become immune And now the morning sun is creeping through the blinds I tend to get distracted and lose track of time I guess that someone might suppose There's something wrong hidden down below Cause I love the way I feel in Euphemism for the threat of solitude Staring at a screen in my darkened room But I love the way I feel in Using feeling the emptiness as a tool Lost inside the angst I become immune Can you hear me? Can you breathe? Can you help me separately? Can you hear me? Can you breathe? Can you help me selflessly? Can you hear me? Can you breathe? Can you help me separately? I love the way I feel in Euphemism for the threat of solitude Staring at a screen in my darkened room But I love the way I feel in Using feeling the emptiness as a tool Lost inside the angst I become immune And I love the way I feel in You