Empty

It comes back to haunt me when I'm alone, in the cold, on the floor. It comes back to haunt me on the street, in the winter wind. The memories both stellar and sullen. A misery so deep. They say I should just go with the flow but I feel like I'm sprung.

I'm empty but I'm free. I'm lonely but all I got to blame is me. I'm senseless but I'm home. I'm useless but I know just where I'm goin'.

You come back to curse me with you lips, with your tongue, with your eyes. I come back to tell you I can't hear, can't see, can't abide. And it feels like a thunderin' lightnin'. It feels like the snow. You came over to kiss me. I just let you go.

I'm empty but I'm free. I'm lonely but all I got to blame is me. I'm senseless but I'm home. I'm useless but I know just where I'm goin'.

It comes back to hurt me. It comes back to burn me. It comes back to sear me. It comes back to cure me. It comes back to cut me. It comes back to shut me. It comes back to pour me out. It's blood. It's cum. It's five-day old chewin' gum. It's wasted. It's tasted. It's tearin' me apart. I remember it clearly like summer. It felt like love. Now, there's only one question, "What have I done?"

I'm empty but I'm free. I'm lonely but all I got to blame is me. I'm senseless but I'm home. I'm useless but I know just where I'm goin'.

It comes out as a whisper in the dark. It comes out as a mumbled prayer. It wakes me up to look for you then I realize you're not there.