Empty hands and love wasted Wasted, the state of being wasted Drunk on love Or high on life Perhaps intoxicated with the idea Breathing in the fumes of both Hookah and happiness Crushed up pills meant to calm anxiety Only calm their mind Not the body, not the syncopated motions Not the actions in which they're partaking Crushed up pills, crushed up souls, Uppers and downers so that maybe While their mind is numb, Their body sure isn't, Maybe for a moment they don't have to think About what love actually is.