All of the nothing that I do
No fucking worldview
And stay in for weeks
It seems like

This listlessness imbues
My body with dead hues
And I need to get out
And find the love of my life

Oh, things can get so good
And I know that they could
I need to get out
And find the love of my life

All of the nothing that I do
What one could I go through
Sick of kissing my hands
All hours of the night

Oh, things can get so good
And I know that they could
I need to get out
And find the love of my life

Oh, things can get so good
And I know that they could
I need to get out
And find the love of my life
Oh, things can get so good
And I know that they could
I need to get out
And find the love of my life

Oh, things can get so good
And I know that they could
I need to get out
And find the love of my life