It's empty where you were Just a big gaping hole now I tried every bottle every pill that I know but time baby time works better than wine and bloodshot eyes
I went to the mountains I thought it might help I wrote some songs But they were shitty as hell Only works when I'm broken Four inches from dying And at my best
If you know what I know And I think that you do You head to the country For a minute or two And lie on the earth And for better or worse Let it swallow you hole