I've got an empty house and that don't bother me. I've got an empty bottle so the day won't follow me. I write empty songs and their words don't bother me, but god damn, I've got too much time on my hands. I've got too much time on my hands. Come take all this time off my hands.
Night grows inside of your eyes. My pain goes away with your goodbyes. Each one makes me colder more resistant to my life. I never saw it coming because there was no surprise. You were finished listening with lies. How could I have been so surprised? How could I have been so surprised?
The sun rose, time for us to part. You walked home after showing me your scars. They say the knife may as well have never touched your arm. The needle surely would have so he did you no harm. How could they say he did you no harm? How could they say he did you no harm?
All I know is I wish I would have followed you home. I wish I could call you my home. Shoot it in your arm it's still home. I wish I could call you my home.
I've got an empty house and that don't bother me. I've got an empty bottle so the day won't follow me. I write empty songs and their words don't bother me, but god damn, I've got too much time on my hands. I've got too much time on my hands.