Consumed and thrown out, a peaceful conclusion Messages left unread, much less skimmed Reaching out is not the problem It's just that lately bottles have overthrown the ocean You've got to figure it out, you're nothing You must have realized by now Just a cold call away from further rejection Read the empty room, no reactions Faces in a haze, so distant Crowds at the door, they never get in Endlessly waiting for the next show You've got to figure it out, you're nothing You must have realized by now Just a cold call away from further rejection You've got to figure it out, you're no one You must have realized by now Just a cold call away from further rejection So many loose threads Can't seem to pull them all So many loose threads Can't seem to pull them all At the risk of getting tangled up And choking underneath so much content You've got to figure it out, you're nothing You must have realized by now Just a cold call away from further rejection