Even in August When I'm suppressing my feelings I can still cry in the car ride back From some movie I pretended actually touched me When really I'm callused and tired and frozen
And I feel nothing I feel nothing I can't stop crying over not feeling something And I'm so pathetic And I hate my music And I hate my decisions too I never, ever think things through
Maybe it's my dire need for affection And attention Satisfaction And time I'm obsessed with dead artists Usually from the 60's 'Cause I wish that I were them
I feel nothing I feel nothing I can't stop crying over not feeling something And I'm so pathetic And I hate my anxiety And I never get what I want I never get what I want I don't really know what I want But I know I never get it