Empty space
I've got an average face
And I've misplaced
My feelings on life

Howling for love
Is never enough
Whining is tough
To keep up for deaf ears

Preparing for the end
Arguing no one understands
Just hold out your hand
Someone will brush past

Making sense
Making cents
How does one save
A decent amount of pride?

I forgot to ask
The questions that matter
Too much mindless chatter
From my dry, tired tongue

Words bare and old
Actions rarely bold
This time I fold
And think myself to exhaustion