I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing here anymore.
I’m not really sure about anything.
I just want to wake up to something different.
Something new.
A hundred words, but nothing new.
The same old song, with me and you.
I’m good, how are you?
How are things, anything new?
Glad to hear, well, I’ll see you then.
I’m sorry I can’t speak without paper and pen.
Sorry that I can never say enough.
Time and time again.
Pin me up, and string me along.
Make me dance, to your lovely song.
Run and run, I run and keep on running.
Just to make up for my love of nothing.