This body of mine has started to feel like a vase
Night time comes and I become listless
Filling myself up with distractions
To pretend
I was never empty in the first place
My chest has a cavity and it
Aches like my teeth
whenever I chew something sweet
The next song has come and gone and
it feels so fatal
to contain this much of nothing.
everything but my brain is vacant
And even then
You still think I’m airheaded