Lyrics

On Empty: To Be Recorded

I'll check the speck and move along and hope there's room for me

It's become so complex, it's become so complex
Only when you think my time is for free

It's been so wishy washy, I'm getting car sick here
Nothing feels clean, nothing feels clean, nothing feels clean but my tears

I'll just flip flop like a dying fish out of water in front of these high beams

It's times like these, oh can I please feel my family sitting next to me

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