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.