Empty

Laying in bed, knowing you're worth nothing more than this.

Feeling nothing from the kiss,
trying to feel something to justify.

Interests are elsewhere, preventable catch of the eye.

The smell that makes me feel and the hug that makes it real.

Empty touches for me,
an open world to her.

Trading information, worthless to me,
an open world to her.

Feeling empty from the kiss,
trying to feel something to justify.

Leading forward on the path of lie,
too afraid to hurt to turn around.

Spacial missing, the hug that makes it real,
trying to feel something to justify.